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Note: The summary has been changed. I thought it was A) too short, B) too revealing, and C) not descriptive enough. So here I have a better summary that reveals less, yet describes more. The last one sort of gave it away, and people didn't want to read it because they knew exactly what the story was about. So now I changed it, and here it is. She leaves him for another. He's forced to start over in a new town, at a new school. He's positive he can never love again. She loses her mother in a terrible homicide. She's forced to pick up the peices and try to live again. She's positive that the hole in her heart will never be filled. When the two heartbroken pessimists meet, they notice that the other is strangely detatched, and horribly sad. Neither can figure our what made the other so bitter, until they open up. After all they have been through, can they learn to trust again? Can they learn to start over? Can they learn to forget those that hurt them? Most importantly, can they learn to love again? Chapter One has been rewritten. The story line is completely different, yet somewhat the same.


8. Chapter 7: Unraveled

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When I ran out of breath, I paused and leaned against a tree. I took the time to think, and realized I had acted horribly. They had only been trying to help me. They were only trying to help – and I’d thrown it back in their faces ungratefully.

Especially Esme, who had only been trying to comfort me. So why did I act so rudely? Just because she had accidentally done something that reminded me of my mom? Inexcusable. She must think I hate her.

“Ravyn?” A soft voice called from behind the fringe of trees. I knew that horribly familiar voice, and almost thought about turning and running.

Even if I had started running, I wouldn’t have gotten far.

He stepped through the trees and waited, watching me warily. We stood there for what seemed like hours, waiting for something. Finally, he broke the silence.

“I’m sorry for behaving like I did,” he apologized.

“I’m sorry for behaving like I did,” I replied.

“It’s alright,” he said softly.

“I’m sorry I touched your piano. I shouldn’t have been so nosy.”

“No, please,” he took a step closer, “I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

I didn’t know how to respond. He stepped closer, until he was just inches away. He sat down on an uprooted tree, then patted the spot beside him. Obediently, I sat beside him, but stared out into the forest.

“I wanted to know,” he began slowly, mulling through the words to pick the right order, “why you reacted that way when Esme touched you.”

I froze – this was the very question I had wanted to avoid. After a while, he sensed my hesitation.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he sighed.

I paused before deciding to begin. “It’s stupid really,” I began, staring down at my hands. “It’s just that…when she stroked my hair like that, it…it reminded me of when my mother used to do the same thing.”

He looked confused. “And she doesn’t anymore? Does she…hit you like your father does?”

“No! No, that’s not it.”

His brow furrowed. “Then what? I’m just trying to understand…”

“My mother, she…she was murdered last summer.” I heard his sharp intake of breath.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured quietly, “I had no idea.”

There was an awkward silence as I stared at my fingers. When I’d realized that the wetness in my eyes had brimmed over, I clapped my hands over them in humiliation. The last thing I’d wanted to do was look like a big baby in front of him.


She clapped her hands over her eyes, and it wasn’t until I heard her take a shuddering breath that I realized she was crying. Of course that was my fault. I felt horrible.

After a while, she seemed to calm down, and looked up at me, eyes red and swollen, with salty trails of dried up tears on her cheeks.

“Edward?” She asked in a whisper.

“Yes?” I couldn’t help but whisper, too.

“Since I told you that…will you tell me something in return?”

I hesitated. That could mean anything. She could be asking for me to tell her my family’s secret. She could be asking for me to tell her how old I was.

“How old are you?”


“And how long have you been seventeen?”

I sighed in defeat. “A while,” I admitted.

“Go ahead,” I whispered.

“I wanted to know…why are you so angry all the time? Why are you so…bitter? You act like someone really hurt you, but…who? And why do you hate music so much?”

“That’s more than one question,” I pointed out, just to buy me some time.

She waited expectantly.

I took a deep breath. “Her name was…Bella. We were more than just a couple. I loved her more than anything, and I thought she loved me the same way. But there was another, and she loved him too. She couldn’t decide which to choose, me or him, so I chose for her.”


I couldn’t believe he would do that to himself. I couldn’t believe I had been right all along.

He looked away at the sky that peeked out between tree branches. For a long time he just stared, as if he were lost in his memories. He didn’t cry – as I half expected him to – he just clenched his jaw and stared.

Finally he looked at me. The movement was so sudden that it scared me – I jumped and slid off the tree, making a thud on the ground. He just stared at me for a few moments, his mouth set in a hard line.

And then he surprised me by laughing. It was the first time I think I’d ever seen him laugh before – a loud hysterical laughter that made birds flutter away from their perches in trees above.

I didn’t laugh along – I was too surprised. Maybe also a little scared. I’d never seen him like this, and he almost looked scary. After such a serious conversation he was laughing so hard I thought he might start crying. His laughter had a strange edge of hysteria to it, and I was starting to lean towards the crazy theory.

He extended his hand towards me, and after a few seconds I realized I was supposed to take it. Helping me to my feet, he got out the last of his laughter and was quiet once more.

I sat back down on the tree again. For some reason, I couldn’t be mad at him, even though he’d just laughed at my clumsiness. His sudden laughter seemed to be infectious, and I couldn’t help but be happy.

All the walls were down now – there was nothing separating us in the clearing. I also felt as if a wall had fallen inside my head. Like I had no need to be defensive anymore and I could let my guard down.

As I thought to myself, I didn’t notice his hand slide over until it was touching my own. His skin was freezing and hard. I jumped again, but this time I didn’t fall off the log. I looked up at him, and he was staring back down at me strangely.

I felt my heart beat accelerate along with my breathing.

And then his expression changed again, to shock, then embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” he apologized, taking his hand off mine.

“No, I just…I think I got the wrong impression,” I replied, my cheeks getting hot.

“I didn’t mean it that way at all, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I think that’s what it looked like,” I tried to explain.

“It was nothing more than reassurance,” he began. “Just to let you know that I’m here, as a friend.”

Of course. As a friend. I didn’t know why I expected more than that.

Suddenly, a something was tugging at the edge of my memory. Something was desperate to be remembered. But what?


She drew in a breath, then stopped. I waited for her to exhale, but she didn’t. I looked down at her, concerned. Her eyes were wide with fear, her face frozen in shock.

“Ravyn?” I asked cautiously. She blinked then exhaled in a gasp before jumping up from the log. “What is it?”