This is an idea that just appeared in my head so I wrote it down. I haven't decided what I will do with it yet so I really need feedback!

“You love me,” he stated factually.

“That’s not the point,” I argued softly closing my eyes and allowing them to remain shut for a few moments until I could stand seeing his memorable face.

“Then what is?” he asked curiously, appearing truly bewildered. I didn’t want to answer that question. He knew it.

“It’s that you killed him. You lied to me and the significant detail that you don’t love me.” I stared at him intensely in an effort to make the pain fade to be replaced by anger. I didn’t want to cry in front of him. I cried easily. I have always been able to keep it together when facing others but now was different for so many unbearable reasons.

“I killed him because he deserved to die!” he answered passionately. “If I would have told you, you would have tried to stop me and how do you know I don’t love you?”

“It’s not our decision to play with fate,” I hissed. “Now I have to fix this.” I backed away not wanting to leave hoping he would say something to change my mind but knowing it would have to be a lie. I turned and started to walk away. The building shadowed me though I was aware that he was still there watching what he could see of my figure disapear from his view.

I was almost to my car. It rested peacefully in the distance and I was trying to regain some composure when footsteps were running hurriedly after me. I spun to face him one again but something had changed in his expression and it made me wary.

“Sean, please stop. This discussion is over.” My voice cracked. “I can’t handle being around you anymore, after what happen… so quit following me!” I wished I had the strength to run from him but he was breathing heavily an inner sense told me it wasn’t from the chase. His emotions were hypnotizing, and I couldn’t break the connection I was experiencing.

“I thought that,” he started hurriedly. “I watched you walk away, and I was going to let you go but then I realized I can’t. You’re going to go to Jeffrey, now, aren't you?” I was silent and didn’t protest as he probably hoped I would. “I know you trust him and I know he loves you, but, Alex, you can’t tell me that if I had done what you asked that you would still be with him.” The wind was blowing fiercely as if trying to convey a message, but I ignored it.

“I’m not with him,” I disagreed. He nodded with certainty.

“I know but if you leave tonight you will be.”

“I don’t get it. You want us to be together now that I finally want to move on?” I groaned. “It doesn’t work that way.” He grabbed both of my arms and pulled me to him.

“You were the one who broke us up. Not me. I've always wanted to be with you.” I shook my head trying uselessly to break his grasp.

“I warned you that I couldn’t stay with a murderer,” I replied in a harsh tone. Those weren’t the right words. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t killed anyone, but I was frustrated and my reasoning wasn’t the same.

“True,” he began as if hoping the right thing to say would eventually come to him if he spoke slowly enough. I took this opportunity to pull away from him.

I continued the way I had been going with more speed this time. He called after me, but I pretended to be oblivious.

“He threatened you!” was the next shout I heard. I didn't acknowledge him. “I listened to you. I was going to let the criminal live. I was willing to do anything if it meant you wouldn’t leave me.” I hated the ring of honesty I heard in his tone. “He came to my door. He said he would kill you for what happened. It would be his life goal. I knew the resources he had, so I ended the threat by taking his life, but I couldn’t tell you.”

I froze confused and terrified. "Why?” I questioned, my anger fading against my preference.

“You would be determined to resolve the big picture and after what happen last year I couldn’t let you.” Hurt filled his words as he spoke again. “You can go to Jeff now. You’re right he loves you more than I do, but I never said that I didn’t love you. I do. Even when our lives separate permanently don’t forget that. I just thought it would be the right thing to tell you before you took those last few steps away from me.”

He shifted his feet proceeding the way he had come after a moment of hesitation to see if my expression had changed any or revealed any part of my emotions, but at that second i was showing nothing.

He faded away. This time a tear did fall and I felt helpless. I didn’t want Jeff; I never did. Before I could think or stop myself I called his name. “Sean!” He didn’t turn the now flooding storm making my words inaudible. The reasoning always mattered when slaughtering another person, not in the normal realistic world but in ours, always.

On impulse I moved to pursue him shouting once more. His treading steps paused, and I met him under the cover of the building. “I changed my mind. I can’t go,” I breathed wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my head in his chest, understanding he wouldn't shove me aside. “I love you.”

It was silent other than the shattering thunder and cruelty of the drops propelling from the sky. “Thank you,” he mumbled as if to someone else then more audibly. “I love you too.”

I pushed my lips to meet his. He returned the force gripping me tightly while I tangled my hands through his already messy and wet hair.

We sat leaning against the brick wall of the closed school unable to depart now because of the weather conditions but neither of us cared, holding each other. The problems weren’t over but for the moment we freed ourselves from the stress of what would have to be done later. I only wish I had known then what would occur the next day.

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