The Past Between Us novel Chapter 21

|3 years Ago|

Two months.

Seven weeks.

Forty-Nine days.

That's how long it had been since I last talked to Hunter.

I should be over it by now, over him. But why does my heart still clench painfully every time I see him? Why do I still keep counting the days.

I know whatever we had is gone. It wasn't easy to accept.

I begged him to tell me what I did wrong.

I texted. I called. But he never responded.

I waited for him after school for hours but he just avoided me.

I stopped trying to talk to him after a month.

In friendships or relationships sometimes when things get out of hand, there comes a point when your dignity steps in. No matter how much you care for someone, no matter how badly you want them to be a part of your life, sometimes you have to let go and let your self-respect take over.

I was done chasing after him.

I gazed out of my bedroom window. It was directly across from the window in Hunter's room.

My heart leaped when I saw Hunter's familiar frame come into view.

He wasn't wearing a shirt.

His eyes met mine and I stopped breathing. I could make out his expression from where I was standing it was the same cold one I saw on his face every day.

His hand reached out slowly and he drew the curtains, obscuring my view of them.

My legs gave out as I sunk to the floor.

Nichole had tried to drown me. I'd almost died because of her. Hunter knew that, and yet there he was, with her .

How could he do this to me?

How could he be with her after what she did to me?

"Be strong Scarlett. You're strong." I kept chanting to myself.

I hardly even noticed the tears streaming down my face.

I was numb.