Love Remains Chapter 8

# Sorry for repeating some part of 6 in part 7. I am kind of busy so I messed up a bit. So sorry. I hope you guys don't mind.

It was sunny and the weather was nice. The heat was making everything bright and beautiful, making the fuzzy trees somehow poignant. It was so windy and cloudy just the day before, and the very next day, the sun enters.

Just a single day can change almost everything and make it seem different, and at this point somehow happy. Quiet and peaceful type of happiness, which was far away from the loud noises- not just of my neighbors but of the noise coming from me. The way I had felt, like screaming and yelling, and hurting people like the way I was hurt. But I knew better than that. I don’t think I can get that low, and take my anger on someone else. I wasn’t the only one who was going through this stage of life; there were tons of people with worse conditions. But why doesn’t it make me feel any better?

"What are you thinking?" He asked.

"You don’t need to know everything, okay?" My voice sounded sharper than I intended it to be.

He just raised his eye brow at me. "Are you upset or something?"

I shook my head. "I am sorry. That was inexcusable."

"It’s okay. Do you want to talk about it?" He was so careful, as if he didn’t want to hurt me.

"There is nothing to talk about," I looked away from those piercing eyes.

His expression looked like it was obvious to him that I was hiding something, and he was nice enough to not push the subject.

Why was I being grumpy, and acting so mean to him? That wasn’t how I usually act. What was wrong with me? This was my best friend, the only person I could rely on, and I still couldn’t tell him everything.

Maybe the timing wasn’t right. My mood was just off; I had seen Tom with this other girl and it just hurts. I just couldn’t understand why this all had to be so complicated.

"Hey," Jordon’s voice was tender and it just made things worse.

I didn’t want to, but it just happened. I started crying. He took me in his strong arms, and I hugged him tightly. I couldn’t help it. His arms around me felt so good, and safe. I felt like I could stay there as long as I lived. The comfort that he gave made me feel like I was actually worth something. I sobbed harder, filling his shirt with my tears. He didn’t complain, and he didn’t seem to mind.

"This is awful. I am really sorry," I murmured, hesitantly pulling away from him. "Your shirt is all ruined." I managed to smile a bit.

"That’s fine. But you okay?" I met his eyes, and concern was clearly visible in his dark eyes.

"Why are you so nice to me?" I asked.

He gave me a slow smile, making my heart beat faster with each passing second. "Was that why you were crying?"

"No, I just want to know."

"Why would I be mean to you?"

"Because I was so rude to you." He was about to say something, and I knew that he was about to defend me. "I just want to know why you treat me nicely."

"Well, because……."

I waited for him to continue.

"Grace, I l-"

We were interrupted when my phone started ringing.

I looked at him apologetically, and he just shrugged as what he was about to say wasn’t a big deal. I quickly wiped my tears, and answered the phone without even checking to see who was calling me.

"Hello," my voice didn’t sounded like I had been crying, though that was exactly how I felt.

"Um, hi." I nearly dropped the phone. I looked at Jordon with my mouth opened. Jordon just watched me, probably waiting for me to say something.

"What do you want?" I asked angrily. Why was he calling me after like forever? What was his problem?

"I missed you," Surprisingly his voice sounded sincere.

"So?" I tried playing it cool. I wasn’t going to give in that easily. It wasn’t as if he wanted me or something. He probably just called because he was bored.

"Listen, I wanted to say that I am so-" I wouldn’t let him finish the sentence. I hung up. I didn’t want to listen to him, and get the wrong impression. I wouldn’t let myself go through all that, again.

"Who was it?" Jordon asked, seeing my sad expression.

"It was my ex."

He nodded, not pushing the subject. I loved when he didn’t push the subject too much. He really understood me. He knew just when to say the right word to make me feel better.

I was still so sad. I couldn’t help it. Moving on was hard, and especially for a girl like me who was too emotional.

By seeing my sad expression, he took my hand and led me to his car.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He didn’t say anything. He opened the door for me, and stepped inside the driver’s seat. "Trust me in this," was all he said, and I didn’t say anything for the rest of the ride.