Memories
The Truth
Niall's POV:
I held Lyn's hand as I eagerly leaned forward, waiting for her to speak. She clutched my arm tightly, her fingers digging into my skin.
"I..." Her voice trembled slightly. "That night at the party..."
"When you were getting the punch," I prompted her gently.
"Yes, I was getting the punch," Lyn recalled, closing her eyes. "And then I felt someone's hand grab my arm and I was pulled away from the party."
"The person who grabbed you must have been from the party!" I said, snapping my fingers. "It would be difficult and suspicious for someone to sneak in with a mask on their face. It must be someone we knew."
"It did seem like the person was just putting on a mask," Lyn said, and I hugged her tightly. I knew how difficult it must be to remember a bad past. Tears leaked from her eyes and I wiped them away, and she buried her head in my chest.
"But then I managed to get away." She held my hand up to her cheek, pressing it lightly to her skin. "The kidnapper was still chasing me, and I had no idea where I was. The only thing I knew was that I was far away from home. Far away from you."
"There's still something you're not telling me," I said, and she stiffened next to me. "Tell me. Remember? Best friends don't have any secrets with each other."
"Maybe we're not best friends anymore," she whispered softly, like she didn't want to say it but she had to. "I don't know if we still are."
My heart shattered into a million pieces right then and there. But I had to keep trying. "We are best friends. Remember that night under the stars, pointing out constellations? Well, you told me yourself that we'd be best friends forever."
"We were young," she pointed out, "Young and foolish."
"Even if we were 'young and foolish' we would still be best friends," I snapped, yanking her hand off of me. "So are you saying that being friends with me was just meaningless?"
"No! What I'm saying is that I didn't really mean that promise when we were little. I'm sorry," she choked out, more tears streaming down.
"Do you just do that?" I spat at her, and she stared at me, surprised. "Do you just break promises and don't care about other people? Because I thought I was best friends with someone else. Someone who was carefree and didn't care what other people thought about you.' I grasped her hands. "I thought I was best friends with someone who would hate to se someone upset or angry. I thought I was best friends with you. Maybe you're right. Maybe we aren't best friends. You were beautiful because you were who you were, Lyn. Now I don't know you anymore."
After my little speech, I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and I blinked them away. Why would Lyn do this to me? We just sat there in silence until Lyn said, "I'm sorry you think of me that way. You're right. I guess I really changed."
She kissed away the few lone tears rolling down my cheeks and she wiped the hair off of my damp forehead. "My shoes were starting to wear out," she said, her voice so soft I had to strain my ears to hear her. "I had travelled for days, just wandering, wondering where I was, trying to lose the kidnapper. I was so hungry and thirsty..." She trailed off, but then cleared her throat. "And then I staggered into the woods, just ready to die. I was so tired. I hadn't gotten a good night's sleep since the party. And then I heard a voice."
"Who was it?" I asked eagerly.
"It was Harry's."
I held Lyn's hand as I eagerly leaned forward, waiting for her to speak. She clutched my arm tightly, her fingers digging into my skin.
"I..." Her voice trembled slightly. "That night at the party..."
"When you were getting the punch," I prompted her gently.
"Yes, I was getting the punch," Lyn recalled, closing her eyes. "And then I felt someone's hand grab my arm and I was pulled away from the party."
"The person who grabbed you must have been from the party!" I said, snapping my fingers. "It would be difficult and suspicious for someone to sneak in with a mask on their face. It must be someone we knew."
"It did seem like the person was just putting on a mask," Lyn said, and I hugged her tightly. I knew how difficult it must be to remember a bad past. Tears leaked from her eyes and I wiped them away, and she buried her head in my chest.
"But then I managed to get away." She held my hand up to her cheek, pressing it lightly to her skin. "The kidnapper was still chasing me, and I had no idea where I was. The only thing I knew was that I was far away from home. Far away from you."
"There's still something you're not telling me," I said, and she stiffened next to me. "Tell me. Remember? Best friends don't have any secrets with each other."
"Maybe we're not best friends anymore," she whispered softly, like she didn't want to say it but she had to. "I don't know if we still are."
My heart shattered into a million pieces right then and there. But I had to keep trying. "We are best friends. Remember that night under the stars, pointing out constellations? Well, you told me yourself that we'd be best friends forever."
"We were young," she pointed out, "Young and foolish."
"Even if we were 'young and foolish' we would still be best friends," I snapped, yanking her hand off of me. "So are you saying that being friends with me was just meaningless?"
"No! What I'm saying is that I didn't really mean that promise when we were little. I'm sorry," she choked out, more tears streaming down.
"Do you just do that?" I spat at her, and she stared at me, surprised. "Do you just break promises and don't care about other people? Because I thought I was best friends with someone else. Someone who was carefree and didn't care what other people thought about you.' I grasped her hands. "I thought I was best friends with someone who would hate to se someone upset or angry. I thought I was best friends with you. Maybe you're right. Maybe we aren't best friends. You were beautiful because you were who you were, Lyn. Now I don't know you anymore."
After my little speech, I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and I blinked them away. Why would Lyn do this to me? We just sat there in silence until Lyn said, "I'm sorry you think of me that way. You're right. I guess I really changed."
She kissed away the few lone tears rolling down my cheeks and she wiped the hair off of my damp forehead. "My shoes were starting to wear out," she said, her voice so soft I had to strain my ears to hear her. "I had travelled for days, just wandering, wondering where I was, trying to lose the kidnapper. I was so hungry and thirsty..." She trailed off, but then cleared her throat. "And then I staggered into the woods, just ready to die. I was so tired. I hadn't gotten a good night's sleep since the party. And then I heard a voice."
"Who was it?" I asked eagerly.
"It was Harry's."
11/29/13