This is another of my song inspired stories. It's called Happy Ending by Mika, not the one by Avril. I hate that one. So you should definately take a listen to it while you read. It's intense. So...take this and eat it. Breakfast. Lunch. And Dinner. - miKeLLA
"Please! You can't go!" Miley ran down the stairs of the apartment, stumbling on the bottom step.
She wore a flannel shirt too large for her over a simple tank top and katrina shorts. The open shirt flailed out behind her as she ran barefoot out the front door. In front of her, Jake walked speedily. His way was set and he kept up his quick pace. Miley struggled to keep up.
Cold rain greeted Miley once she made it outside. Her feet nearly fell out from under her as she turned the corner on the slick sidewalk. The mass of people making their way to work grumbled and complained as the couple pushed their way against the flow. Jake and Miley paid no attention to them, their minds focused only on each other.
A pain started in Miley's chest as she pushed through the throng. Her breathing was getting heavier. She looked ahead to where Jake was also shoving past the people. Most of the commuters moved aside, glaring at him as he went. One man, however, failed to notice Jake coming towards him. Head bent against the rain, the man was reading over some papers. Jake crashed right into him, papers flying, the two men falling to the ground.
Seeing her chance, Miley pushed forward even harder. She had to catch him, she had to. But he got up, and Miley slipped again, catching herself on a passing stranger. He shoved her off and kept going, but not before taking in her outfit unsuitable for the current weather.
Jake was up and going again, leaving the man still on the sidewalk, his papers ruined. Miley ran past him, catching Jake just as he reached the corner. He was about to cross the street, neglecting the red hand that was only a blur in the down pour.
With one foot on the pavement, he stopped as Miley grabbed the sleeve of his t-shirt. She pulled him towards her. Both were soaked through, and Miley could make out the ripped body hiding beneath the cotton. Ever so gently, she lifted her hand to Jake's face, running it along his unshaven cheek.
"Jake…please. You can't leave…" She pleaded with him, her hand stopping as it reached the dripping blonde locks of hair.
In response, Jake cupped Miley's face in his hands, pulling her towards him even more. The kiss was only short, but to Miley, it felt like forever. A little bit of love. They stood on the corner of 46th and Broadway, business people trying to get past them. A few muttered complaints and rude comments, but most just ignored them.
And suddenly it was over. In one swift motion, Jake pulled himself away from Miley, stepping backwards into the crowd. She looked back at him, tears forming in her eyes. One hand reached out again, but this time Jake wasn't there to take it. Shaking his head slowly as he went, he continued walking backwards until he was swallowed up by the strangers surging around them.
She watched him go, walking away from her. His head was down, hands shoved deep into his pockets. The others making their way on the crowded sidewalk shuffled past him, not even giving a passing glance.
The rain came down still. It obscured her view of his soaked white t-shirt, his disheveled blond hair. Miley continued standing there, feeling as if she was wasted. He was gone, and from then on every day would be wasted.
This was the way he left her. I'm not pretending. No hope, no love, no glory. No happy ending. This was the way that they loved, like it's forever. Then the live the rest of their lives, but not together.