I respected his decision, not wanting him to go though. "F-Fine..." I said, the depression coming back. "Do what you want." I stood up and walked back out on the balcony and letting the rain come down on me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Jace swallows and looks down. "Fine. I guess working it out isn't going to fly." He says, taking his bag and walking to the door. He looks back, feeling the emotions build up inside him again. "I meant what I said by the way." He says, his voice slightly wavering. "It wasn't too soon for me." He turns away and walks down the hall.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I start crying again and turn back, slamming the door and jumping of the balcony, and landing safely on the sand by the beach like I intended to do and lay down in the sand, hoping I'll see him again. I see him walk out and he walks past me. I sit up and look at him. "Jace? bye."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Jace? Bye." Rayah calls. Jace turns around to find her crying. His heart aches and a tear slips down his own face. He drops his bag and rushes to her, wrapping his arms around her and taking a deep breath. "I'm so sorry."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
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