A/N: I think my motto from now on is going to be "When you have an idea, go for it." This actually happened to me, of course without the whole fiction tones. I like it, the people I've shown it to like it, and I hope you do as well.

Two Leaves

He looks up at the sky and smiles, it's a beautiful day. The sun hangs high in the air, and the most perfect white clouds roll lazily across the skyline. A gentle wind blows past, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees two leaves floating down from a branch of the tree he's sitting besides. They are carried by the wind, spinning around in a dance, weaving around and over each other, until they gently land on the ground.

Chuckling slightly, he thinks to himself, "I hope that's a good omen." Immediately after that, he hears someone coming towards him. Nervousness creeps slowly through his very soul, it's her, there's no turning back now. As she sits next to him he begins to feel even more nervous, the fact that's he's never been good at keeping that in check when she's around doesn't help.

She sighs heavily and speaks, "So."

"So." He responds, the nervousness now spreading over him like a virus.

Another heavy sigh, and she turns to look at him with sad eyes. "I'm sorry."

It takes a moment for him to take it all in. When he does, he casts his eyes downward and concentrates on the ground. It's not like he didn't see it coming, he knew it was a long shot, but he was not prepared for how much it hurt. All because of those two words.

"Are you okay?" She asks, a soft, friendly, concern in her voice.

"Yeah sure." He wasn't, but he doesn't want her to know. He continues staring at the ground, as if it is the most interesting thing in the world.

"Please look at me." More concern, but this time, he hears a bit of sadness in her voice as well.

Hesitantly, he lifts his head up and looks at her. That is the hardest thing, looking at her in the eyes. He tries to act strong, but he knows she is not buying it. She can read him like a book. To his surprise, she leans over and hugs him.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you. I wish I could feel the same, but. . ." She stops, and he feels hot tears running down his neck. He hugs her back quickly, those tears feel worse than any pain he has felt so far. Nothing can hurt him more than seeing her crying.

He comforts her, "It's okay, I'm okay don't worry, I'm not going to hate you."

"Really?" She breaks the hug and looks at him, tears still slowly running down her cheeks.

"Yeah," he laughs, "it's not like you were mean about it."

"Well, that was my first choice." She perks up, going back to the way she always acts.

"I don't doubt it."

They both laugh again, and she gets up. "So, we're cool?"

He smiles up at her, "Yeah, but you go on ahead, I want to sit and think some more."

She gives him another quick hug and leaves him to his thoughts.

He sits quietly once more, and closes his eyes. He had meant what he had said, about not hating her, he knew he could never hate her. Even the pain had, to an extent, receded somewhat. She may not be able to return his feelings, but at least they were still friends. In a way, he believes, that means a whole lot more.

He gets up and walks away, not noticing that behind him the wind has picked up those two leaves. And once again, they were caught in their dance.

A/N: And there you go. I have to say, I like this one. Probably because it's drawn from experience, but there's something else about it that I like. You know the drill, review if you'd like to.