Summary: One Night. Two persons. Lit.
A/N: English isn't my first language. I'm doing my best so it doesn't sound too stupid and fluffy. Please let me know what you think. I apologize for mistakes and characters being ooc. It has no special timeline.
She was lying where he never expected her to – in his arms. Her brown hair covered her beautiful face, her blue eyes were closed. She was sound asleep, not knowing he was awake and deep in thoughts.
He knew it was wrong. He knew there was no future for them. They had other responsibilities. She had her oh-so-perfect boyfriend who was driving a Porsche. He had his work in Philadelphia. She was living in Hartford. As much as he wished for it; it could never work out. She wouldn't break up with that jackass and he wouldn't move back to Connecticut.
Too much had happened in the past. The joy ride, the runaway, the keg party where he screwed everything up, the next runaway the I-Love-You, the runaway, the Come-away-with-me, the runaway, the return, the upcoming runaway. This was what their relationship was like. He always promised himself he wouldn't screw up this time. But things got complicated and he chose the simple way. Running away was easy. His father did it. He did it. If he'd ever reproduce, his son would probably do it. Leaving everything behind and starting over somewhere far away was simple.
He didn't know how to work things out. It was easy for Luke or his mother or her to say he should stay and work things out. He had no idea what they meant. Sitting down and talking about what had happened seemed impossible to him. Whenever he had tried to sit down and talk it always became a fight.
He had tried to talk to her. But things got complicated and he blurted something stupid out, ran away, leaving her again.
How much he wished to be the one she needed. He came back to try and be the one. But he eventually realized he wasn't the one, no matter how much he tried to tell himself that.
This time, he would never return. He would just leave, never looking back. Maybe he'd search for a good doctor who could help him. Or I'll just get a gun and kill Porsche-boy before killing myself, he thought bitterly.
He looked down at her. She was innocent. She deserved better. It was never easy to say goodbye for good. To say goodbye for good to someone like her was nearly impossible.
He slowly got up, not waking her up and dressed quickly. It was almost morning. He had to return to Philadelphia. He had to forget her.
There was someone better for her, he was sure. Someone intelligent, someone with a college diploma. Not someone who didn't even graduated.
He left a note behind, saying he was sorry for everything that had happened and that he'd never bother her again. He looked at her for the last time, turned and left.
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