Ruth.

IT WAS silent, the only thing making a sound was the bitter wind that blew past us.

He was still stood in the dark, his shadow foreshadowing the grass that was being shone down on by the light of the full moon.

"You're back." Are the only words I can seem to form.

"I am. I told you I would be back Ruth." He replied softly, "Did you not believe I would?" He carried on speaking, I could feel him looking at me.

"I lost my faith in you ever coming back 6 years ago Elijah." I mutter back harshly.

I heard him intake a quick breath at my words. But, I don't think he was hurt by them. I believe he was probably more shocked at the fact 'his' Ruth would say anything like that. Well tough luck to him, he didn't stick around to watch me grow up.

"I was always going to come back for you Ruth." Elijah stated like it was a factual statement.

Now I was the one to take a quick breath, I was shocked at his words.

I shake my head and laugh emotionlessly, "Don't do that."

"Do what?" He asked, like he was pleading me to talk to him, as if he wanted to keep listening to my voice even if I was being mean to him.

"Act like you care now." I snap back, immediately regretting my words but not faltering my actions.

I expect him to say something, anything but he doesn't and when I think he is going to turn around and leave, I watch as he steps forward into the light of the moon.

I softly gasp, he's changed. a lot.

He had dark brown, nearly black hair, it was fluffy and messy and covered his forehead. As the moon illuminated onto his face, I could point out the moles and freckles that covered his face. He had very light brown freckles scattered around his defined nose and a mole right above his left eyebrow, and another mole on the side of his cheek. I could see the indents of where his two dimples on his cheeks are, only making an appearance when he smiles or laughs.

The only that hadn't changed was his eyes, they were still hazel, more brown than green but if you were to look closely you would even see the little yellow specs in his eyes.

he said that I was the one to only ever notice that. the yellow.

He had thick, long eyelashes, that I longed to have and then a tiny mole on the side of his right eye.

As I gazed deep into his eyes, they held an emotion I couldn't decipher.

I sigh softly, "Why did you bother coming back Elijah?" I ask him the question that I crave to be answered.

He turns his head and looks upwards at the moon and smiles slightly, "Because. You were my bestfriend Ruth. And I let you down. I wanted, wait fuck that, I needed to make it right with you."

"But haven't you ever thought that, maybe, it's too late? Maybe I've moved on and got on with my life?" I hesitantly speak, glancing at the side of his face.

he had a pretty side profile. he always has.

His head snaps towards me, "Yes. But I hoped it wasn't." He admitted, looking down at the floor. "And have you?" 

"What?" I scrunch my face up.

"Moved on with your life." Elijah says, his eyes pleading me not to say yes, his body language was tense, rigid.

I don't answer and just keep my gaze on him.

He nods, accepting he won't get an answer.

"I'm going to go." I start to walk off before I stop and turn around, "Elijah." He looks at me, "Even though you have came back, I have moved on with my life. Maybe it's best you do too." I announce and walk off into the shadows, leaving him stranded in the light like he did to me many years ago.

I don't turn back, I don't falter my steps, I don't think about it. I just walk, walk until I get home.

In a few minutes, I arrive at my empty house.

It was normal sized, basic, quite boring. The lights were off and no cars were parked in the driveway.

Honestly, if someone random walked past my house and glanced at it, they would probably think it was abandoned. I'm not saying it looks like it is, it just radiates abandonment.

damn.

I sigh and grab my key out of my back pocket from my jeans. I unlock the front door and walk into the house.

It was cold and as I breathed out, I could see my warm breath disintegrate into the icy air.

i forgot to put the heating on before I left.

I rub my hands together to create some warmth onto my palms, and walk straight upstairs.

I head for the door on the first left, which is my humble abode I call my bedroom.

One of the only things I liked about this house was that in my room, there was a window seat, where I could read and watch the world for hours.

It was a comfort spot where I actually felt at peace with myself, as well as my actual spot outside.

My room consisted of a small double bed in the centre, a brown wardrobe that was overflowing with clothes that I don't even wear anymore. A soft white rug was on my floor and I had a bookshelf full of books.

It was a basic room, not that I minded though.

I changed into a oversized t-shirt and fluffy pants, before I got into bed.

Being mentally and physically tired was a draining feeling. The constant urge of not wanting to do anything except from lie in bed all day. I tell myself that I'm just lazy, but deep down I knew I was just tired of reliving the same day over and over again.

At least Elijah being here, it may be a little different but maybe that wasn't a good thing.

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A/N:

they have finally talked.

i love writing this book so much, it's so different than my others and i actually love it.

tell me what you think!

i love you all and thank you for the support!

-b.