Title: Our Story

Warning: A little bit of fluff, angst and relationship problems.

A/N: This is just something I wrote one of those days, and romance is not really my genre, but I hope you like it anyway! Criticism is always welcomed, as so does praise :)

"Don't expect me to stay, Tom. It doesn't work that way!"

I slammed the door shut. I ran as fast as I could down the stairs and left the apartment. It was raining heavily. Within minutes, my brown, fluffy hair quickly turned into something more like a mop, with all its strands soaked in the rain. The heavy raindrops began to pound on my head, worsening my splitting headache. I began to walk slowly, letting my tears hide behind the continuous rainfall. My right hand was still hurting from the tight grasp of his hand, as he pleaded with me not to let him go.

Pulling myself away from his arms was one of the most difficult decisions I had to make. It was cruel and painful. However, it was something that had to be done.

I still remember how I met Tom. Most people would say it was pretty ordinary, but I'll never forget the way he looked at me that day.

I remembered I had lost my wallet, and I was frantically searching for it in the lecture hall. Everyone else had gone back to their dormitories and I was practically the only one left in the room, as my friends all left me to catch a movie. I, frustrated and alone, was not in the best of my moods.

"So much for friends," I grumbled under my breath, regretting the decision to look for my old, dirty wallet – it looked almost green from all those years of using it.

Just then, I heard very light, quick footsteps from behind me. I rolled my eyes. It must be my friends, who have finally decided to help me. I cleared my throat and stood up slowly, making sure I don't fall over and lose my footing, "hey, what took you so lo-"

I froze.

It wasn't my friends, but rather this very handsome man standing right in front of me. I raised my eyebrow, scanning him from head to toe. He had this very amused look on his face, as if he knew what was exactly going through my mind.

He had brown, wavy hair, with tiny curls which fell just above his equally dark eyebrows. His hair looked as if it was naturally curly, but he had gone to great lengths to keep it straight. He was very fair; a stark contrast to his black leather jacket, which was zipped all the way up to his chest, where I could see the top of his white shirt. However, his pale skin perfectly matched his bluish-green eyes, which stared straight at me. I swore I have never seen anything that strikingly beautiful.

He could most probably make any girl swoon. I was clearly no exception.

"I think you dropped this," He handed me my green, disgusting wallet with both hands, his lips breaking out into a mega-watt smile. If looks like his could kill, I would have withered there and then.

"…I found it just outside the hall," was all I heard as I snapped out of my reverie. I tried to suppress a grin as I heard his dreamy British accent being replayed in my mind over and over again.

I smiled, trying desperately to hide how I was hyperventilating on the inside. While this handsome, polite, British guy found my wallet, all I found was how silly I must have looked as I studied the 'specimen' in front of me.

"Thanks," I tried to flash one of my sweetest smiles, but – guess what! – It failed miserably. I took the wallet from his hands, as I felt my own hands trembling.

He then let out one of the weirdest laughs I've ever heard. It was so contagious; I couldn't help but laugh as well.

"Hey," he playfully punched my arm, "there's no need to be afraid."

I shook my head, "now who said I ever was!"

More laughter ensued. I could feel my stomach muscles having what felt like a spasm. I've never felt this happy in a long time.

He then flashed me a grin, "my name's Tom. What's yours?"

From that day onwards, we were inseparable. We would call each other every night, study at the library every weekend, and sit next to each other during lectures. He was charming, hilarious and a great listener. I was head over heels.

However, a couple of years later, things started to change. Being a year older than me, Tom had already graduated from the University while I was still stuck in my final year. We started to get busy with our various jobs that there was simply not enough time for anything. That also meant I started to spend more time with my books than with Tom.

"Where were you today? I tried to call you," I would say.

"Sorry, I had work to do." He replied.

And it was increasingly starting to become a daily routine. A routine that I was sick and tired of.

Initially, I didn't feel the drift between the both of us back then. I never felt like I was neglecting Tom. I still loved him as I promised I would for the rest of my life.

It wasn't until we started to argue that I realised we weren't the same anymore.

Even the weekly visits to the park no longer felt like a date, but more like an obligation. Not because we loved it, but because it was something we had been doing for the past year or so.

"How was work?" I would run into his arms, a smile creeping up on my face as I saw him. He lightly placed his arm around my waist.

"Oh, you know, it was the same." He brushed off my question, having little interest in the conversation. I raised my eyebrow and stepped back from his embrace.

"Is that all you can tell me?"

"Alright, then what do you want to hear from me?"

I shook my head. Nothing I would say could get through his head when he's in a stupid mood like the one he's in now.

"You know what, I give up," I threw my hands up in the air, biting my lip in frustration. Gosh, how annoying can this man be?

He furrowed his eyebrows, not bothering to mask how irritated he was feeling at the point. I sat down on the stone bench and covered my face with my hands. Neither of us knew what to do with each other.

Quarrels escalated into big fights. Sometimes, we would just stop talking altogether, fearful of triggering off another argument. Anger and hurt had blinded our eyes and clouded our hearts. It wasn't the same.

Both of us had clearly forgotten the people whom we fell in love with.

"We have arrived at your destination," the taxi driver cleared his throat as he jolted me out of my deep thought. I gave him a small smile and reached out for my wallet. As I pulled it out from my pocket, the curl on my lips began to widen. The same old, dirty green purse. I shook my head in disbelief. It seemed as if every single thing reminded me of him.

I stared at it for a while. The memories came flooding back to me. I remember how he used to hold my hand at every opportunity. How he wouldn't say a word and just wrapped his arms around me whenever I was having a bad day. How his hugs could make my day all bright again, no matter how dark it was at first. How he kissed me for the very first time.

I remembered the times we spent, the hugs we embraced and our eyes that met. Yes, those eyes. Those very same green eyes I saw for the first time. Those green eyes that made me fall in love.

I laughed. I was so caught up in everything; I failed to see the small little things he had done for me.

It all made sense now.

I took a deep breath. With a sense of finality, I closed my wallet shut.

"I'm sorry, but could we please turn back?"

P.S. BTW, I was thinking of writing this in Tom's POV. Please tell me if you want a continuation or this story in Tom's POV. Greatly appreciated :)