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Jeremiah is the last person Dee should be friends with - after all, he broke her best friend's heart. But when both of them get entangled in a strange extraterrestrial experience, they're forced...
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JEREMIAH.
I didn't really have too much expectations for today. I was just gonna wing it like the other days, go to school, try to pay attention in class, hang out with my friends and come back home.
Maybe Dee and I could figure something new about what's happening to us. Maybe she can finally be more open with my idea of us getting to know each other properly.
But, just like life can be most of the time, today turned out to be one of the worst days.
Henry. That asshole who is basically the bane of my existence right now. He's again gotten into the habit of showing up every morning and acting like he owns the place. Not my favorite thing in the world but, I'd just been trying to ignore it. Trying my best to focus my energy on something else but this morning, I heard a crash in the living room, rushed over to find out that Henry had broken Jeremy's bowl, the one he made when he'd been in his art phase. I'd kept it at the top cabinet in the kitchen as a way of keeping his memory, only for Henry to end up breaking it.
I'd blown up. It felt as if I'd lost him all over again. This was one of the last things I had of him and I felt like it was just ripped away from me. Again, something dear to me was taken away and I couldn't handle it.
It's been hours now. I've been out of the house since then. Mom came in, of course took his side, and I decided to just walk away because I wasn't keeping my cool at all. All I could see was red and I don't think things would've ended well between Henry and I because he looked like he was seeing red as well.
The day is just getting darker and darker, the weather's getting colder, I didn't bring a jacket and my stomach has been growling for some time now. I'd left my money at home. I should go back but, I don't want to. I don't want to see their faces, I don't want to see Jeremy's broken bowl, I don't want to have to face the heartbreak. I just want peace and quiet. And although it seems absolutely crazy, this is the only place I could think of to get it.
Despite the craziness that happened to Dee and I on that night, I still feel so much peace being here. I chuckle as I really think about it, about how silly it is that I feel so at peace at the place I got abducted at. There's so much risk to being here, especially as it's getting darker and I know I'd have to go home soon but, let me just stay for a little bit. I need all the time I can get to calm down and for the long hours I've been here, I've only just started getting to that about an hour ago.
And now that I can think properly, I'm realising that, since this morning, I haven't had any foreign smells or tastes, or even felt any pain. I haven't been in tune with Dee's senses today. And that just makes me think, is it gone already?
If that's the case, does that mean she didn't feel my emotions this morning? Perhaps she didn't cry like last time. I'd be very happy if that was the case because the thought of her crying out of nowhere and feeling the anger I felt this morning is unsettling and it'll be very unfair. It's unfair that she cried through last weekend because of me, it's unfair that she had to feel like shit and, it's also embarrassing. It's fucking embarrassing how much of a crybaby I am, how fucking emotional I always get. Dee doesn't deserve to go through the rollercoaster that is my emotions. She-
