Author: Emotionless Crystal PM
One, two, those sweet words aren’t true. Three, four, you shut the door. Five, six, one last kiss. Seven, eight, maybe it's fate. Nine, ten, goodbye my friend. OneshotRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 505 - Reviews: 43 - Favs: 33 - Follows: 5 - Published: 01-14-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2304484
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A.N. Err, well, for those who have noticed I posted this story up yesterday only to have it deleted today. I can't really remember how I did it. I only remember my computer getting jammed and me clicking everywhere. Pfft...so here it is again.
You keep saying sorry
But it's way too late
You keep making apologies
But I'm not taking the bait
We're traveling now
Both of us parallel
Take your last bow
And now say your farewell
Those sweet words aren't true
What had he said that night? What did he do? He – he didn't know…
"I completely understand," it read on the first line. "You've got your world and I've got mine. Yours revolves around girls, cars, material possessions and fun. Mine doesn't. You're envied, popular in every regard. The world is at your feet. Go ahead, raise your hand and make the awaited command; make me leave.
"Did you try? Well, so did I and I'm sorry you had to keep looking back
You shut the door
"But I couldn't.
One last kiss
"Something which you don't do often I suspect
Maybe it's fate
"I can't say anymore King of Jocks. I'm only sorry I considered myself your nerd."
"I'm sorry too," he murmured, thrusting the paper into his locker.
A sharp intake of breath.
"But I do love you…"