I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired Chapter 32: Avey

Lucian slamd his bedroom door shut with a thud that echoed through the house, frustration boiling over inside him. He ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the strands in a futile attempt to make sense of the chaotic emotions swirling in his head. "Why… why am I feeling this way?" he muttered, pacing the room like a caged animal.

The walls seed to close in on him, suffocating his thoughts with mories, regrets, and decisions that he wished he could erase.

I’m done, he told himself, the words echoing in his mind like a mantra. I’m not going after anyone in this life. Not this ti.

"Fuck!" Lucian swore, his voice breaking as he slamd his fists down on the sink in his bathroom. He leaned over, staring at his reflection in the mirror eyes wide, red-rimd, and filled with turmoil. His breath ca in ragged gasps as he tried to calm the storm raging inside him. "What the hell is wrong with you, huh?" he asked himself, his voice trembling with anger.

His reflection stared back, mocking him, reminding him of every weakness, every ti he had bent and broken under the weight of his love for Avey.

Why are you so weak, Lucian? His mind taunted him relentlessly, digging deeper into old wounds. Can’t even live without one girl?

With a sudden surge of energy, he slapped his own face, trying to snap out of the spiral. His palm stung, but it wasn’t enough to numb the pain in his chest. He splashed cold water on his face, droplets running down his skin, trying to wash away the frustration that clung to him. The cold water offered no comfort. This isn’t who I am anymore.

He told himself that repeatedly, willing himself to believe it.

"I’m done. I don’t need her. I don’t need anyone." His voice broke slightly, the weight of his past decisions pressing on him. But then he laughed an empty, hollow laugh that echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom. It wasn’t humor that drove the sound from his chest but the desperate need to expel the bitterness from within. "I made a commitnt," he reminded himself aloud.

"And when I make a commitnt, I don’t even listen to myself."

Lucian threw on so clothes, ignoring the lingering ache in his chest as he grabbed his keys. He needed to get out. I don’t even have a mobile now, he rembered, a bitter laugh escaping him. He’d tossed it in the trash yesterday, thinking he wouldn’t need it. Now, he was glad. No one can contact .

He didn’t want to be found.

Lucian headed down to the garage, his feet heavy as though weighed down by invisible chains. He noticed the quiet absence of his mother Good, he thought. He didn’t want to face her again, not after that strange conversation earlier. It had been too raw, too vulnerable, and he wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t ready for her sudden interest or the guilt that ca with it.

The sight of his cars didn’t comfort him. The Mustang from yesterday sat there, but his gaze slid past it to the sleek, black Kawasaki Ninja H2R parked beside his Supra. A wave of nostalgia hit him, bringing with it mories of speed and freedom the only thing that had ever made him feel truly alive. "Oh, this beauty," Lucian muttered, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He swung a leg over the bike, the familiar hum of the engine filling the garage as he turned the key.

"Let’s see how fast you can go," Lucian whispered to himself, revving the engine as the bike roared to life beneath him. He shot out of the garage like a bullet, the wind slamming against him as he hit the main road, the world blurring around him. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline replacing the gnawing sadness for a brief mont.

"200… 250… 300 km/h," Lucian muttered under his breath as he pushed the bike faster, weaving effortlessly through the traffic, his godlike driving skills making it all feel second nature. His eyes glinted with reckless abandon.

haha today i am going to speed this bike over 350 km/h

and to stop this bike i won’t use breaks

no i will stop it by hitting that tree over there ha ha ha

kidding

Avey’s POV

Avey stood at the grand entrance of her family’s estate, her hands fidgeting nervously. Today was her birthday, but the party preparations felt aningless without him. She was supposed to be happy, surrounded by friends and family, but all she could think about was Lucian. Where is he? She thought, glancing at her phone for what felt like the hundredth ti.

She dialed his number again, anxiety gripping her as it rang and rang, but once again, no answer.

Her shoes clicked impatiently on the marble floor as she paced back and forth, her heart racing with a growing sense of dread. He’s never ignored like this before, Avey thought, her hands shaking slightly as she ended the call. She had been trying to reach Lucian since yesterday, calling him over two hundred tis with no response. It was unlike him. Is he mad at ? Did sothing happen?

The questions raced through her mind, each one more distressing than the last.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that sothing was wrong. As far as she could rember from her past life, Lucian had always shown up early to her birthday parties, eager to see her, eager to be by her side, even if she had often brushed him off. But this ti… This ti it’s different. Avey chewed her lip anxiously, her hands clenching into fists. Is he upset because of what happened yesterday?

Her chest tightened at the thought, her mind replaying their last conversation over and over.

Avey had co back in ti, just like Lucian. She hadn’t known how to approach him, how to explain everything. When she saw him yesterday, it had taken everything in her not to break down. She had a second chance—a second chance to fix everything she had done wrong, to tell him how she really felt. But now, standing here alone, she was terrified that she was already too late.

"Where is he?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling as she looked down the driveway. Is he broken? Her mind spiraled with worry. Is he sitting sowhere, crying because of ? Did I push him too far this ti? She couldn’t stand the thought of Lucian being hurt because of her, and yet, she knew she was the cause of his pain.

The guilt weighed heavily on her chest.

The thought of Lucian ever giving up on her never even crossed her mind. He had been devoted to her for as long as she could rember, never wavering, never faltering, even after countless rejections. He wouldn’t give up. He couldn’t. Avey knew that Lucian’s love for her was so deep, so powerful, that nothing could break it. He loves too much to ever walk away.

"Lucian…" she whispered, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes. She had been too blind in her last life, too focused on what she thought she wanted to realize that Lucian was the one she truly loved. Now, with a second chance, she couldn’t bear the thought of losing him again.

"Avey, what are you doing standing out here?" Her mother’s voice broke through her thoughts, and Avey turned to see lody, her mother, standing in the doorway, a soft smile on her face.

"I… I was waiting for Lucian," Avey admitted, her voice small and fragile.

lody raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Lucian? But you’ve always told you didn’t want him near you. Why are you waiting for him now?"

Avey looked down at the ground, guilt twisting in her chest. "I’ve done so many things wrong, mother. Everything… everything was wrong." Her voice cracked as tears slipped down her cheeks, her phone still clutched tightly in her hand.

"Oh, sweetheart…" lody’s expression softened as she stepped forward, pulling her daughter into a comforting embrace. "Don’t be sad, my girl. I’m sure Lucian will forgive you. That boy loves you more than anything in this world. Just talk to him."

Avey buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, her heart aching with the weight of her regrets. Why didn’t I realize sooner? Why didn’t I see how much he ant to before it was too late?

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