Chapter 26

Aurora's POV

Let me elaborate when I say I don't have any real reason to stay here.

For the past three days, I've been lying to Wes, all of ever done is cause trouble, we've been distant for a while now and I suppose it just isn't... it just isn't meant to be.

"Wes. ." I call out as he used his phone and he hums. "I have something to tell you."

I don't want to leave him... .knowing his past, but I can't sit here and pretend that I'm worthy of him when I'm not. He's not perfect, but he deserves much more than what I have to offer.

Lies and deceit.

He turns to me at the tone of my voice and raises an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

I sigh heavily before averting my eyes.

Gosh, I haven't even started talking yet but the tears were making an appearance.

"I- 'm breaking up with you." I go straight to the point and he looks taken aback. Before he has a chance to say anything I continue. "I've been lying to you... the reason you found me crying outside was that ... my mom called."

His eyes widen and he touches my hand but I subtly pull away, wrapping them around me.

He frowns slightly but lets me carry on.

"Um... she's dying." My voice cracks slightly and I turn my head to the roof so the tears could go back in. "She asked me to come to England before she dies and I'm going to go. . . tomorrow."

His jaw clenches as his face turns hard.

"So that's it? You've just been lying to me?"

"Wes believe me when I said I love you. Because I do. I really do."

"This?." He states standing and looking at me furiously. "You're supposed to trust me enough to tell me anything. Especially that your mom is dying, I would come with you."

"That's exactly what I mean! I don't... I don't what you to feel as if you are burdened with me. That you have to drop everything just to comfort me."

"You're not making any sense. You know I would do anything for you willingly. I don't know about you, but when I said I love you, I meant it."

"Wes-"

"What about Thomas? Did you ever think about how you leaving may affect him?"

"I did. And... he would be better off without me, I'm a bad example."

Wes looks at me in disbelief.

"Aurora. I can't believe you. Are you really going to throw away all the times we spent together?"

"I lied to you, Wes!" I exclaim.

"Okay! That's fine. I know you feel guilty or else we wouldn't be having this conversion!"

"I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to do us."

He looks utterly hurt and he drops his hand, his face turning blank.

"I never thought you would be the one to hurt me again. After I told you what happened to me. But here we are right. I'm not going to beg you to stay with me. I did that twice. I'm done begging people who want to leave. So you wanna go? Go! Its always been me and Thomas, I guess that's just how it's supposed to be."

He stares at me once more as tears slip down my face. His eyes soften a bit and he raises his hand to touch my cheek, but instead, he stops, shaking his head and walking away.

I turn with tears running down my face to look at him.

#

I didn't have the courage to say goodbye, especially to Thomas so I left early.

I'm now in England and I stand at their doorstep, knocking warily.

The country seemed so... familiar, yet, unfamiliar.

The door swings open and a teenage boy stands before me. He looks tired and his eyes are dead as he stares at me in confusion.

"Aurora?" He calls out and I furrow my brows at how alike we looked.

"Yes. ." He smiles warmly, gripping my arms and pulling me into him. I yelp in surprise and he breathes in.

"I've heard so much about you... I'm Ronin... your brother." I stay silent, still in a state of shock when he laughs nervously and lets me in.

"Nobody's home right now, everyone's at the. .hospital." His face dims and I eye him carefully.

"Why aren't you there?" I speak up and he smiles weakly.

"They told me to get some rest but I can't really sleep knowing that she may. .pass... at any moment." I nod.

"So. . how old are you?" He speaks up, plopping onto the leather couch and I thoughtfully sit next to him.

"Twenty-one. You?"

"Sixteen."

"May I ask what you've heard about me?" I ask curiously and he furrows his brows as if he's trying to remember.

"She just described your features a lot, it never really seemed like she knew anything personality-wise."

I scoff lowly and he looks at me as if he knows something.

"She told me what happened. . . all of it. I'm sorry. ."

"Its not your fault kid."

"I know. ." it goes silent and I clap my hands.

"Well, what're we waiting for? Let's go see our mother." I mutter the last part bitterly and I don't miss the look he gave me.

This was going to be interesting.