I was watching The Notebook, and then I decided to listen to the song from Titanic on youtube, with the little clips from the movie, and they made me quite sad, as they were obviously intended to do. Tragic movies about love and My Heart Will Go On by celine Dion inspired this. (Beautiful song, by the way) I decided to leave the plot a big vague, (i know how I think of it as, but you think of it however you want to) to leave you fill the many spaces with your own idea of what happened. Instead, I focused on the emotions, and how I imagine heartbreak that strong to feel. I've never been in love, though, so this is as accurate as I could portray the emotions without knowing firsthand. I hope you like it. It would be pretty freaking amazing if I could even make one person cry. Just a little bit. lol. I've always wanted my stories to be that great that they could get that kind of response.

Oh, and as with most of my stories, I wrote this late and night and so there's probably some grammatical mistakes and such things. I might have repeated stuff. I'll go back over it later and edit it.

Oh, and I might do another chapter, sequel, whatever it's called, in the guy's POV. Depends on the response I get, if people want me to or not.

Ladi freaking da.

Review please!!

She could feel the wonderfully familiar grooves of his fingers tightly enclosed around her own. Her heart was thudding erratically, irregularly, as it had an persistent tendency to do whenever he was around, and there was no feeling more forceful in the entire world but the terrible pain, worse than any torture on earth, consuming her endlessly. She hadn’t thought that she could have so many tears to cry; the burning behind her eyes was so insanely intense that it was surreal. When she lifted her severely tortured eyes to meet his own, the sheer intensity of his expressive gray eyes, and the realization of how much pain he, too, was in, brought about another fresh wave of violent tears trailing slowly down her face.

The only thing in this world she cared about was him; him and his raven hair, falling gracefully onto his forehead in dark, soft wisps, not quite covering his eyes, but quite close. His wonderfully expressive eyes, his voice that consistently took away any pain she ever felt, his hands that held her tight with no intention of ever being forced to let her go…

The only thing she wanted was to be with him, and that was the one thing that fate seemed sadistically hell bent on preventing. He was hurt, and she couldn’t bear it. It tore her up. If she hurt, it was okay, it was different-- she could deal with her own pain, no matter how devastating, but as she stared into the deep orbs gazing so intensely at her, she couldn’t believe how brutally, easily, and quickly she was being ripped apart at the seams.

The loud sound in the distance startled them both, and she closed her tearful eyes first, breaking the concentrated stare, unable and unwilling to let go of him. She would be forced to do it soon. Convulsively, she clenched his hand with her own, much too tightly, but he didn’t seem to mind. She brought their intertwined hands to her face and stared at them intently for a few long seconds.

This was how life was supposed to be. It wasn’t fair. Their hands together, hearts together, lives together. However clichéd she sounded, it didn’t matter. That was the only thing she had wanted for a long, long time. To wake up in the morning and see him next to her, to argue and scream, like they always did, and then make up and grin like idiots together because they couldn’t believe how lucky they had been to have found each other in such a chaotic world. She wanted him to hold her when she was scared, and even if he couldn’t make everything better (he wasn’t superman, she’d long since accepted that) she just wanted him to be there.

That would always be enough. He was so much more than enough, and she didn’t deserve him. Never in a million years.

She was going to die today. She didn’t care if someone else did it or if she had to do commit the horrendous act herself; if she couldn’t be with him, she didn’t want to be at all; existence would be futile, meaningless, and cruelly excruciating. What she did care about was the fact that he could hurt. She never wanted that for him. She never wanted him to be in pain.

His warm fingers hesitantly left her own and, blindly panicking, she instinctively tried to grab them back. But he only evaded her grasp to cup her face with both her hands, forcing her to look up at him. He didn’t need to say I love you, she knew it already, but that was what he told her, his eyes solemn and his face breaking as she trembled violently and refused to look at him again. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t let him leave, not if he did this. Not if she looked into his eyes again. She was already lost…This made it seem like goodbye.

Why was she naiive enough to still hold out hope? Hope, faith, love…in the end, it was never enough. But, oh, how she so badly longed for it to be…

"Look at me," He demanded softly, but firmly, and she could not deny him this.

"You’ll be okay," He told her in a pained, almost incoherent whisper. "You’ll be okay. I promise."

Her gaze darkened and she bit the inside of her lip until she drew blood, the revoltingly metallic, bitter taste filling her mouth. "How can you say that?" She asked, quietly, and then her voice grew in pitch as she continued, "How can you tell me that I’m going to be okay, when you’re facing almost certain death, and I-I’m likely to be killed too? How can you think that my safety is what I care about?" She raged hysterically. "Sure, I want to live, I’ve never wanted to die, but—"

She swiped at a new steady stream of tears, irritated by them, and risked a fleeting glance up at him, which she retracted as soon as she caught glimpse of his tortured expression, multiplied by a hundred since before.

"I can’t live if you die!" She screamed bluntly at him, pounding his chest with her fists as she said it. It wouldn’t hurt him, but maybe it would alleviate her anger some. "We have so much more to do in life! We have plans! I swear to God, if you go off and die, then—"

She was cut off by the rough, forceful pressure of his familiar mouth against hers, as he pulled her so close to him that she felt they were simply one person. She was exhausted and hurt and nearly dead inside at the sick, twisted reality she would soon be facing, but right now the only thing was his fingers entangled messily in her snarled hair, his arm around her waist, and him. Just him. He blocked out all else. She was dizzy, she was falling, she was blissful at this treasured moment with him, his memorable, soothing touch that alleviated all else, but this was all she had left and when he let go, all warmth in the atmosphere would drain away.

She was clutching him as a drowning person would do to a life raft. "I love you," she muttered into his mouth. "I love you, I love you so much—" She had wanted to repeat it forever, but he didn’t seem to want to stop kissing her. Perhaps it was for the same reason she hadn’t wanted to hear him say those words earlier…they were so passionate, so intense, so connected with feeling…it was condemning them to their fate.

He broke away when they were both woozy from oxygen deprivation, and she pressed herself hard into his chest, locking her fingers together behind the small of his back, never intending to let go. She let out a dry, heaving sob against the tattered fabric of the shirt she’d bought him.

"Why?" She asked, breathing in the comforting, familiar smell that was uniquely his alone. She would miss that. No….there was no thinking like that. But how could she help it?

"I don’t know," He answered, holding her tightly to him. "I don’t know."

And when he broke away from her much too soon, she held his hands, trembling from head to toe, as he slowly and unwillingly backed away. Every step further he took was killing her; he was stomping on her fragile, bleeding heart with every step, while staring lovingly into her brimming green eyes, into the deep depths of her soul which they reflected. He knew her inside out. He didn’t need to see. But she had a feeling that he was trying to tear himself apart so thoroughly that this heartbreaking moment would never leave him; etched into his memory eternally. She knew exactly why he was doing it. No matter how painful, how heart-wrenching and tear-inducing, this was how in love she had always wanted to be. This was the kind of love she had dreamed of having ever since she had been a silly little girl, modeling princess dresses like wedding gowns in her mommy’s closet.

If this moment, too awful for words to even describe, and yet so deeply passionate at the same time, ever left her….

"I love you," she mumbled, her lip trembling.

He was just close enough to lovingly wipe a tear away as it made it’s way down her face, and then a single tear slid down his own cheek. "I love you too."

And as she watched his form slowly fade off into the distance, her knees gave away beneath her and she collapsed to the cold, hard ground. She couldn’t breathe for the pain. She was bawling uncontrollably, like a maniac, holding her shaky arms around herself like a security blanket, wishing she could feel his embrace just once more, still struggling with the same question she hoped to God she had the wrong answer to. She wanted so badly for it to be yes that she had to clutch her heaving stomach to keep from being horribly sick, but it was almost unquestionably a definite no. She pounded the concrete with her frail fist and dropped her head to it, feeling the coolness against her forehead. Cold like she would soon be.Is love enough this time?

"Please, be enough," She whispered brokenly, as she lifted one last weeping glance to the boy who meant the world to her. He slowly turned around and looked back, and he blanched when he saw her there, on the ground, hugging herself like a small child afraid of a terrifying monster in their closet, tears cascading down her pale face like an endless river. He couldn’t come back now. He needed to go. But his fists were clenched tightly together and he was gritting his teeth together, his face, so perfect and well-known to her, contorted into tormented pain.

They were doing what they had to do, and yet in the process, hurting the only other person they would kill to protect, to save, from this heartbreak, if they somehow could…

"Please let it be enough, please…"