Alec's POV:
Tick tock tick tock. Your unnecessarily loud watch ticks, chasing down the seconds angrily. You grimace, annoyed. I have already taken up much more time than you want me to.
Dark hair pulled back in an over-stylised man bun, too much time put into your outfit for an airport, pretentious shirt from Urban Outfiters.
Small things that I know I will remember later, small things that I know I will remember forever. Feet tapping impatiently, you sigh loudly.
"Bye I guess" You snap, taking out your phone. Emails are more important than me.
I accepted that long ago, but I suppose I thought as we were saying goodbye, you might pay a little attention to me.
"Bye". We awkwardly face each other. There is no need for sentimental heart to heart goodbyes, no need for last kisses, no need for any sign that we ever cared about each other.
Well. More like any sign you ever cared about me.
One final judging stare and you turn to leave.
"Wait! Daniel!" Shouting might make you turn around.
Maybe. I score lucky. Eyes rolling, face bored, you turn.
"What is it Alec?" Shit. You sound pissed. "I just wanted you to know..." I sigh. "That I loved you. That even when you treated me like shit I still loved you. You were everything to me, but I was nothing to you. Did you ever love me?"
You raise an eyebrow. (I skill I never could manage) "Um... Have a good time in Brooklyn." I stutter.
"Great." You mutter, giving me a weird stare.
With that, you power walk away, more gracefully than I could ever manage, without so much as a backwards glance.
I break down into tears the minute you walk away, and I know you can hear me.
But I want you to know this; I am not crying because of anything you said. I am not crying because of all the things we never said. I am crying because of all the thing I could never say, for fear of sounding stupid, you mocking me, me hating myself.
AN: Thank you so much for reading! This is sort of like a prolouge, and and stuff will be explaied in the next chapter. Please review? Go on. You know you want to.