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."
The same expression remains on her face,"Did you tell him about your mom?" She asks, coming off intense. What's that about? And why did she just assume it was a guy?
"Yes, I did tell her about my mom." I say making sure to emphasize 'her', "We visited her grave."
Just when I thought her face couldn't contort anymore, her face turns to one full of disgust.
"You took a girl to your moms grave?" She questions.
"More like she took me there, but yeah pretty much." I respond smiling at the thought of how crazy it really does sound.
I've never met someone so open to going to a cemetery three hours away with someone they just met, but I guess that's what makes Avalon as unique as she is.
"Who is this girl, some kind of necrophilic creep?" She spits and immediately slaps her hand over her mouth.
"Shit, Oliver." She whispers.
"What the fuck, Gemma." I say quietly.
I've never heard her be so—vulgar before. Where she's usually quiet and as sweet as syrup, now she's more bitter and almost—angry.
I don't like what this Hunter the Architect guy has done to my sweet Gemma, but I'll find a way to get her back.
"I am so sorry. I didn't mean it the way it came out. I wasn't thinking and I haven't been myself lately. There's just been some things going on that I haven't told you yet but I shouldn't have said that, I'm really sorry." She rambles quickly.
"Yeah, it's fine. You wanna talk about it?" I ask hoping to get off this topic but also because her tone makes me worried.
"Hunter and I have been having some problems." Gemma pouts and turns to look at me.
I try so hard not to let any emotions reach my face. This is the best thing I've ever heard, I feel like I can finally take a breath.
"Oh." I say trying not to sound too excited, "What's going on?"
"It's silly. You know how Hunter goes to another university like 6 hours away. Well I've been trying to convince him to come here but he thinks I should go there. I tried explaining to him that I can't leave everybody, that I can't leave you, but he'd rather stay where he is. It led into a stupid argument and things have been tense ever since."
Her soft features contort into a frown. I can't tell what to feel; as selfish as it is, happy that they're arguing, or sad that she wants to see him day in and day out, eventually more than she sees me.
"I'm sorry, I wish I knew how to help." I say matching her tone.
I am completely satisfied with not being able to help.
"Yeah, it's okay though, we're going to the party tomorrow night and he's staying the weekend!"
There's a party tomorrow night?
"Oh, great." I say without enthusiasm.
"Yeah, you should come!" She exclaims as she sits up straighter than before, her beautiful smile reaching each end of her face.
