I edited the original a bit. Added some things. Endings still aren't my strong point, but...

You know I don't own it.

If anyone watched the two, they might have assumed that he was the one more likely to walk away. After all, he was quite the little player. At least, he had been before her. Everyone just kind of assumed that old habits would die hard. When his history was looked at compared to her history, well it was just a natural assumption to make. Because when Rachelle fell, she fell hard.

When there actions together were taken into account, it was no wonder that Rachelle was considered the more attached one, because on the surface, she was. Rachelle was always the one who would wait for Roy after class. If she wasn't there, Roy just continued on his merry way, never batting an eye. Roy was always the first one to leave their lunches, leaving Rachelle with her friends so he could go seek his. Roy was also the one who was more prone to fits of anger, which would inevitably lead to him going off by himself.

But for the people that knew them, who knew their underlying motivations, knew that if anything, Rachelle was more likely to walk away. It was shown in the way that Roy was always the first (or only) to apologize after a particularly bad fight. It was given away in the smiles that Roy couldn't suppress when Rachelle talked to him, no matter how angry he was. It was also shown in the way that Roy begged and apologized profusely when Rachelle gave him the silent treatment.

It was in all the little things, yet something Roy didn't take seriously enough to even notice. He didn't think it would ever be put to the test. If it ended, he assumed there would be a reason, something concrete. But then it happened and there wasn't. It seemed like one day, she was there and the next day, she wasn't. And now it had been -hell, he didn't even know for sure- one month? Two? It all had blurred together since she left, although he couldn't actually call it leaving. It wasn't so much that she had left, she just wasn't there anymore.

Looking back on it, he still couldn't see the warning signs. Had there been any? Since there hadn't been a formal "beginning" to whatever it was they'd had (he hadn't just imagined it, had he?), there was no need for a formal "ending." Sure, she was still his friend, they still talked, but it just wasn't the same. He missed having her by his side, but she'd seemed to move past it already. He'd tried to get it back, to get her to notice him again. But she talked to him, almost as if nothing had happened in the first place.

Had he been reading too much into it? Was it just his imagination fucking with him? But no, it couldn't be. Because there were too many others who'd seen it, too. They'd just assumed that they were going out and didn't want to make a scene. Now people assumed that they had broken up, and were asking why. It pissed him off. Not because they were asking, but because he couldn't tell them what he did not know himself.

And the ones that did know were not telling. "Poor Roy," they said to themselves. "He just doesn't understand that it's in the little things." It was simple, really. She'd wanted more from him than what he had given. When he didn't step up, she stepped back. Simple as that.

Hope you liked reading it. Let me know any suggestions you have for improving my writing, if you wish to. :)

Thanks, Rubik's Cubed