They crossed paths in the hallway and looked up at each other almost simultaneously. He looked surprised, while she just looked weary and upset. They just stood there for a few moments, waiting for the other to say something or make the first move. Finally, she turned and walked away, but he ran after her and grabbed her arm.
"Look, we can't keep doing this." She didn't respond, she just jerked her arm free and kept walking. "We need to talk."
"There's nothing to talk about," she responded in a near whisper, stopping for a moment, but unwilling to turn around and look him in the eyes.
"Yes, there is. Look, I'm sorry, I really am. But…I really don't know what to say. I just…I don't want to leave us like this. Ignoring each other and acting like enemies."
She finally turned around to look at him for the first time in a long while. She had one question only, and even if she got an answer it still wouldn't fix things between them.
"Just tell me one thing, if I hadn't said anything, would you have told me? Ever?" she asked, her voice breaking halfway through the sentence. He inhaled sharply and looked away, but she had found her answer.
"That's what I thought. Did you really think I would never find out?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "Did you ever even like me?"
"Of course I did, but I like her more. It's…it has nothing to do with you she's just-"
"Better than me?" she finished with a sarcastic laugh, but her voice caught on the last word and a choked sob followed.
"Do you even realize what you did to my heart? Do you even care?"
When he didn't answer she glared at him. She always knew he spoke more by what he didn't say than what he said. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she wouldn't break—at least, not in front of him.
She turned around and started to walk away before his voice stopped her.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," was all he could manage to say.
She turned back to him with a cold glare.
"Yes, you did. That's exactly what you meant to do, otherwise you wouldn't have done it!" she nearly yelled at him.
She walked away and when she was a safe distance she let her tears fall freely. She loved him, and he broke her heart, and now…now it was too much to bear even looking at him. She didn't want to be friends, she just wanted to be left alone by him. She would never heal if he was constantly around her, trying to be friendly, trying to make her laugh. She knew it would only make her fall even more and she was already at the bottom of the cliff. Did he want to bury her beneath the sand?
She looked up to see her boyfriend walking towards her. She offered him a small smile, but he just walked on by, not bothering to pay her any attention.
"Hey!" she called out after him. When he didn't turn around she repeated herself louder. He finally stopped and turned around. She ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. After what just happened she needed a hug. But he only grabbed both her arms and pushed her away gently.
"Not now, I need to get to class," he said as he turned to walk away. At a feeble attempt to make him stay she grabbed the sleeve of his jacket.
"But I just need—" she started to say, but he only jerked his arm out of her grasp.
"Later!" he snapped. She recoiled and looked down at the ground as he walked away.
She came to him after he broke her heart, thinking he would be the one to mend it. He was so sweet, kind and funny. He made her laugh, but now the laughter had ceased. She hardly even laughed anymore, and when she did it was forced. To her the worst part was that he hardly paid her any attention. He always blamed the fact that he was busy, but she knew the truth. She knew he didn't care anymore, but he knew how delicate she was and, not wanting to break her heart, he kept her around so she wouldn't go farther into the hole the world seemed to be trying to throw her in.
She ran to the bathroom and splashed water on her face. She was already late for class, so she didn't see any harm in cleaning herself up so it wouldn't look like she was crying.
She was a beautiful girl with smoldering green eyes. They were the color of a green pasture land on a peaceful day with the wind blowing through it. With these mesmerizing eyes came the longest eyelashes anyone had ever seen. Her pale pink lips used to curve into a crooked smile when she laughed, but the most beautiful of her features was her hair. It was an unusual, but stunning shade of strawberry blonde, and went a couple inches past her shoulders before curling slightly at the end. It was also the thing she hated most about herself. She loathed her hair because it was untamable, but that was perhaps the best word to describe her personality…at least, before those boys came and fenced her in like a wild mustang, and it was a shame no one could see it. She used to be so free and happy, but those two boys dragged her down.
I watched it happen. I saw her fall into their traps and destroy her spirit. I only wish I could help her. I would do anything to see that once radiant smile grace her face again…just once.
My name is Carsten Becker; I'm a German exchange student in the US, and ever since I first laid eyes on her exactly two months ago, I fell in love.
I had planned this to be a chaptered story, but I just couldn't find the inspiration to finish it. I originally wrote it as a little a little one-shot for me to get my feelings out on paper, since this is loosely based on something I went through, so I think it's best left how I originally intended it to be. Besides, I think it works better as a one-shot, so that's what I'm going to leave it as.
Hope you enjoyed it! :)