Avalon Apollo always wanted to pursue a career in the art industry; however, bad habits and free range was always her downfall. Attending her first year of Barlowe Centennial University, Avalon found what she always needed, what she needed in order...
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I feel rage, regret, and sadness.
Rage at myself.
Regret that I pushed away the way I did.
And sadness.
Sadness for the fact that I almost let her slip away.
If it wasn't for Avalon, overtime my mother would've become a distant memory; solely someone I used to know. But not this year at least.
To my surprise, Avalon was quite pleasant on our trip to say the least. She was there when I needed her, again.
I'm disappointed.
The one person who I thought would always be there wasn't. The one person I've shared my life with was too focused on her new found "love". Where was she when I need her? With him.
How ironic.
I made my way up to Avalon's dorm, carrying her in my arms as I listen to her soft snores which I couldn't help but to chuckle at. She looked so at peace and happy in her deep slumber, so different than her normal, what do they call it? "RBF."
After I dropped Avalon off in her room, I returned to mine and began answering all of my missed messages.
Gemmas texts were first on my mind. She apologized profusely, how can I not forgive her? It's not like she's obligated to go through the pain and sorrow with me, hell it's not even her mom why should she even care? Even though it's what she's done every year.
So why am I so upset?
Call it jealousy if you want. I can't help it. She's all I know and it's easy to worry. Has she moved on from me? Will her and Hunter last?
I can only hope not to both of those questions.
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It's been about a week since Avalon and I have actually been together for more than a class. We've had little conversations here and there but mainly consisting of when we're free to do the project which I've been meaning to tell her we need to get together and do this weekend. My mind flurries off thinking of everything I need to get done until my attention is snapped back.
"Oliver, I cannot begin to explain to you how sorry I am. I know how much you must have needed me that night and I feel awful." Gemma says as we sit in the lecture hall, 20 minutes before it actually starts. I wonder why Professor Ambry never locks it?
"Seriously don't worry about it Gemma, I was fine, plus I had another friend with me that night so I wasn't alone." I try to convince her but her sparkling blue eyes widen with the thought of her hurting me.
"Another friend?" She says looking up quickly with a look of confusion.
"Yeah." I chuckle, "I have more than one friend you know."
