To the lyrics of 'Torn', by Natalie Imbruglia. Awesome song, u should download it ;)

Torn.

Nothing's quite alright, this is how I feel:

I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor,

Illussion never changed into something real,

I look up and I can see the perfect sky is torn,

you're a little late, I'm already torn...

It was a dream come true.

He stood before me, his perfect green orbs fixed deeply in mine and his body so close I didn't mind it if he felt cold as death- I mean, I was happy.

So happy that as I looked into his eyes I noticed immediately that in them shone no adoration, or love, or anything, but I didn't do anything about it. My excited grin was stuck in my face since I'd see him walk through the front door; perfect timing. My parents were home in Spain and it was only me that night and many others, since they weren't about to return until the following Friday.

Okay, si, I gave in to his charm in that moment. But I'd longed for it for ages, and there he was, not speaking but letting through his determined eyes that he wanted me. He was as beautiful as I, he'd caught my eye the first time I looked at him. Love at first sight, yes, though I'd never really believed in it.

He was destined to do great things, and he represented the first serious challenge I'd had for a long, long time. Though his eyes never spoke of love, I always thought that I could change his tough attitude and make him mine, make him desire me as much as I desired him. How wrong I was... I still can't tell.

But it was surely very.

His hands roaming though my body felt delicious, and I could tell since it all started that he was quite of an expert... And I liked that. Unexperienced guys made me want to throw up, my patience was and still is very short.

The darkness must have gone deaf after hearing me scream so much.

But in the middle of that frenetic rush a single word made my blood freeze in my veins. I guess I became colder than he was, my eyes wide in shock. His lips softly whispered,

"Sam..."

My hands had been caressing his back until I heard that. They fell limp on the floor next to my body... had I heard what I'd heard? In any other moment I'd have felt an incontrolable rage but what I felt then was just an ironic emptiness...

And I felt heartbroken.

"I- I'm sorry Paulina," he stuttered. He stood up and threw his clothes on as fast as he could, and directing me one last -miserable and apologetic- gaze, he whispered a way more confident "I'm sorry" and, kneeling down to kiss me, he went intangible and flew through the ceiling.

My eyes didn't even follow his figure as he left me, instead they focused in my clothes, scattered all around the kitchen. Still on the floor, but now lying on one side, I brought my knees to my chest and hugged them.

Suddenly the room was colder...

I'd lost the battle I believed I would have never needed to fight... I lay naked on the floor and closed my eyes, and my apparent disconcert was betrayed by the sudden flow of tears.

He took me and he gave me and I was so silly thinking that for a while he might have been interested in me. I was blind and I was willing to be blind, and if I'd wanted to react when I saw no love in his eyes this would have never happened, or it would have, but in another way. And I still don't know how the Goth chick fits into the picture.

But I know that now it ends with a tear and the shame of having to say it, "I lost", and the feeling inside, I know it, I'm torn.

And the worst.

It's my fault. There's no one else to blame this time.

OK, so I wrote this based on what happened -and what I think WILL happen- to a friend of mine.

Moral of the story: DON'T BE LIKE PAULINA!

(A/N: Since I delayed to post this story... well, let's say this actually HAPPENED to my friend. Odd.)