Hello lovelies! It's been a REALLY REALLY long time and I'm so sorry. Life just got to me, and writer's block did too. But I got this idea from the one and only dishtrez on tumblr. Go check them out!
Anyways, on to the story! Hope you love it, if not, I'm sorry, I just need to get back into the flow of writing.
"Dez…" The tall blonde-headed girl stared at him, her larger than life eyes showing a sadness they never had before. "We get each other but we aren't sold mates." Dez sighed, even he heard how ridiculous she sounded, the veil that kept him from hearing it before, the feelings he had for her that made him not care, was being ripped to shreds.
"It's soul mates, Carrie." He spoke with a drop in his voice, shoving his hands into his pockets. He looked towards the ground which made his red hair fall down into his eyes, but at that moment he didn't care. She wanted space, she wanted something new. He saw her shoes appear in his vision as he stared at the ground and looked up only to come face to face with her, inches from him. For a moment he thought she might kiss him, but that fleeting thought was gone with her next words.
"I'm sorry. Friends?" This girl that he had spent months getting to know, the one who made him realize someone could like him in a way that made his heart beat a million miles a second, that he smiled when he thought about, was ending it.
He could barely speak but he managed out a single word.
"Sure…"
She nodded and stepped back. No hug, no nothing. Her just stepping back felt like ice, like a stab. She opened her mouth as if she was going to say something else, but for the first time it looked like she was thinking before she spoke. He loved that she didn't think first…things were really changing. She instead grabbed one of her ponytails and sighed as she turned and walked out of the practice room.
As soon as that door closed, the hands left his pockets. The fists they were balled into came undone and just went to his sides as a sign of defeat. The ride they were on had just come to a screeching halt and he felt a pain in his chest that made him think he was having a heart attack. He quickly sat on the piano bench and tried to catch his breath as the tears came pouring down his face.