Shy Girl (11) The End

This is for all the people still reading this story. This is for all the people who can relate with Friday's story. Stay strong girls, and so will I. This is for all the people who can relate to Friday's fedish for sharp objects on her skin. Stay strong, try to call someone instead, but believe me, i know how you just don't think a phone call will help.

This is for all the people who have ever commented. I love you all so much, you have kept me motivated and happy during these tough times.

Enjoy The End.

Watch for my new story, Thunder. <3

LIZE
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Chapter Ten – The End

One Year and Two Months Later

"Friday! Pick. Up. The. God. Damn. Phone!"

I scavenged around the dirty kitchen table as Devin’s voice got more annoyed with each passing second I didn’t pick up.

"I swear Friday, if you don’t pick up this phone…"

I find it thankfully, and before she can finish her threat, I answer, "What do you want, Devin!?"

"I saw T.J yesterday."

Oh God. Why did she have to call me every single time she saw T.J?

After Devin’s and my year in China, I moved to Tokyo, Japan, and I’m going to University here. Devin moved back home and is going to University there. She feels the need to tell me each time she sees the love of my life that I never got over.

"Devin, I told you, I. Don’t. Care." Lie, even I knew that.

But Devin was different now. Devin couldn’t tell anymore my emotions. She used to be able to tell through the phone, by my face… everything. It’s different now. University has changed her.

"I know that, Friday. It’s just… we spoke for awhile; and…"

Uh oh. I do not like this tone of her voice.

"And what, Devin?"

"Well, now… he… he knows where you live."

"WHAT!?"

"Don’t freak out, Friday. He’s not going to be there for another day and a half."

"DAY AND A HALF!?"

"Am I in trouble?"

I hung up on her.

I was the one in trouble.
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I was sitting in the living room pretending to be watching the news. It was hard to when I was straining to hear over the TV, over the Japanese traffic outside my open window, and to the front door of my apartment, where T.J would show up in less than an hour.

He’d called me from the airport.

His voice hadn’t changed a bit.

I felt this weird feeling in my chest. Like pins and needles. Like someone had grabbed my heart, pulled, and squeezed. Hard. There was a large boulder lump in my throat, not allowing me to breathe easily.

What would I be like when I saw him?

I’m older now. Sure, only by a year, but what’s the difference. I had changed through the many China cities, and with an ever-changing Devin, it was hard not to change myself.

The only thing about me that hadn’t changed was my hurt. I still felt his fingerprints on me, especially late at night. I can’t use public bathrooms, I just can’t.

I was scared. And not only from Damien, but also T.J. He’d hurt me so bad at the end there, I knew it left me more broken than before. And if he couldn’t handle me then… he wouldn’t have a chance of handling me now. I’m worse.

The doorbell rang. How could such an ordinary sound turn into an evil meaning?

Evil? Okay, maybe I’m a little exaggerating. Still, I got up and fidgeted with my clothes. Then I went to my door, took a deep breath, and opened it.

There, standing before my eyes, was the love of my life. My soul mate and my best friend. The one who had said I was too broken to love.

He’d barely changed. He was taller, more filled, more rugged and older. But his hair was the same; his eyes were so familiar it was terrifying. His jeans were paint splattered with all the colours of the rainbow, and he had the same leather jacket, but it was more worn, more dusted with sawdust.

"Friday."

His voice. His voice had not changed. Not at all. It was still soft yet strong, masculine yet sincere.

I swallowed. "T.J. Would you like to come in?"

He nods. "I think that would be a good idea."
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I took a large sip of my red wine. Hey, it helps numb the pain.

T.J is right here, right beside me. So close yet so far away. I couldn’t kiss him, because he was not mine to kiss anymore. I couldn’t duck under his arm for shelter from the ice cold storm that raged inside me since the Damien Thing, because it was not my arm to duck under anymore.

He told me that he didn’t belong to anybody. Nobody since me. He’s been going to college back home. He wants to be a carpenter, but he’ll paint as a hobby.

He took my offer to stay for the night. Despite that there was no extra guest bed.

He now lay beside me. So, so close.

"Friday?" He asks me, his voice soft and smooth and T.J at the same time again.

"Mmm?" I ask.

"Would you… would you hate me… if I put my arm around you?"

I cleared my throat. I had a choice. I could let this happen, let what I’ve wanted to happen my whole year. Or I could stop it, stop it and probably never get another chance.

"No, T.J, I wouldn’t mind."

My decision’s made.

He puts his arm around me, and I rest my head on his chest. I know that we are not good, better, we are not together. But I also know that I’m willing to try. Because in T.J’s arms… I feel safe.

The End