"Eh?" I said looking up from my book at my boyfriend of two years. I shut the book calmly and focused on him completely. "You what?"
"I think we should break up." He said refusing to look at me. My mouth opened to say something, but no words came out. Shock and confusion were sinking into my brain and I just didn't process his words right. My vision began to blur and darken when nothing would click together in my mind.
Then everything clicked and the classroom came back into focus. He still refused to look at me, he didn't even look in my general direction. "You wanna break up… now. In the middle of school. Why…?"
Finally he looked at me, pain and anger hurt me as if he had actually hit me. He looked down at the book in my hand. "Do you really not know?"
I looked at the book, it was just a normal mystery novel. It was the new one in the series and I had been so excited to get it. Reading was my favorite thing to do. I looked back up at him, more confusion swimming in my head. "My… book? You wanna break up with me because of my book?"
"Not just that book, all books! Even when we're on a date, you have your nose in a book. You never don't notice me at all." He said looking incredible upset. He grabbed the book and my hand and I jumped not expecting him to actually touch me.
"You said yes to dating me because I reminded you of your favorite character from a book!" He said , forcing me to look up from his grip on my arm and at his face. He looked so hurt and sad that I wanted nothing more than to deny his accusation, but he was right. That was why I had said yes to his advances.
I blinked and felt a hotness on my cheeks. Was I crying? That couldn't be right, I don't cry. Suddenly he released his grip on my arm and pulled me into a tight hug. "Don't cry. I'm sorry, that was too harsh."
"N-no." I said my voice cracking slightly. I cleared my throat. "Don't apologize; I'm the one that should be saying I'm sorry. You're right, you are completely right. I'm so sorry. I don't mean to ignore you. I've never meant that. I don't think of you as anyone but you. I-I should have told you."
I returned his hug. I had always loved the warmth he gave me, the comforting way he would embrace me when I was unsure, or lonely. The warmth was so comforting, so right, that I couldn't help but cry into his shirt and cling to him. Quietly, almost completely inaudibly I whispered into his shirt. "Don't leave me."
He didn't say anything for a long time, so long that I was certain he didn't hear me. When he released me I gasped and looked at him. I was so afraid he was about to say he couldn't do this anymore and just leave me. But I was surprised when he leaned down and leaned his head on my forehead lightly and whisper seven words I'll never forget.
"Silly, I'll never leave you. I love you."