Disclaimer: Sadly,I do not own One Tree Hill. You may recognize the title from an OTH Coda. 'Save A Place' by 1969.

AN: I don't know what I'm doing posting this. I must be out of my mind, in fact, I am pretty sure I am. But out of procrastination to completing my final term papers, I suppose anything will do. I don't know if this will stay a one-shot or more. I'll see with after the response (:

AN2: AU Naley.


I carry your heart with me

(i carry it in my heart)

i am never without it

(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear no fate

(for you are my fate,my sweet)

i want no world

(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

-- e.e cummings

"What I want most right now?" She stood silent for a moment while contemplating the answer to her own question. Deep down she knew it, she knew what she wanted the most right now but if she was to echo it out loud, life would snatch it away from her. It would ruin any chance she might have for a glimpse of happiness. So she let her mind take over, surrendering herself to logic and becoming its prisoner. " I want you to walk out this door, please just… go" She quietly emphasized the last three words, as her eyes screw shut to block out the weakness that was wanting to spill out of them and give her emotions away.

But she couldn't have that, so once again her mind taking over her ordered her to get her composure fixed, stand tall, it ordered. Get rid of those tears, there is no time for you to falter now, she silently obeyed its command, clearing her throat, getting rid of the tears and re-opening her once warm chocolate orbs which had now turned empty. But one thing her mind did not prepare her for was his reaction. Her mind was never prepared for him, which must have been why she let him in so easily, no barriers at all.

He stood in front of her, absorbing every single detail about her down to the very particles of her clothing. The way she was gnawing on her bottom lip, her soft honey blonde hair pulled into his favorite messy ponytails and her bangs brushed to the side. The way her blue jeans fitter her outline perfectly and the red pen mark that was encased above her left thigh that she had gotten in a pen fight with one of her best friends and somehow refused to go away even after all her attempts to clean it. How her faded green t-shirt that she won at the Sunkist concert snug her upper body perfectly, the way the round capped sleeves encircled her forearms. Her smooth creamy skin that he could still smell as if she were close by right in his arms and not standing 5 feet away from him as if he was the plague.

He outlined the perfect shape of her lips, her button nose that he wished his future kids would have, the perfectly almond shape her eyes took and the black beauty mark right underneath her ear lobe that no one knew or had ever gotten a chance to look up close.

Well no one until now.

He shut his eyes close and fought his mind into submission over the possibility of anyone besides him with her. Touching her, kissing her, hugging her, making her laugh and more importantly coming home to her. Suddenly hot, vibrant flashes of every shade of red that was possible to mankind came flashing at him and rose the inside temperature of his body, his hands clenched into tight fists and his nails digging deep into his own skin. He was sure that if he were to dig them even deeper into his skin he'd rip open his own flesh and could feel the blood flowing from the inside of his veins.

"No" He practically had to strain his throat to echo that one syllable word. The anger in him so hot, so volatile that he was sure it was strong enough to cause a deadly heat wave in this town.

"What do you mean…" She retorted back

"I said no."

" You can't just say…"

" I SAID NO DAMMIT! NO I'M NOT WALKING OUT THAT FUCKING DOOR"

She jumped back a few steps, both enamored and shaken from his violent outburst. She could see his body trembling, the way his usual stoic composure was faltering. The veins budging out from the start of his throat to his forehead; his skin color faring from white to a violent red. This was breaking him. This was breaking the both of them.

And she was going to do nothing about it.

Taking a few steps forward to him, she gently reached out to take his hand in hers. Once she got a hold of his hands, she gently unwrapped finger by finger, smoothing out the contour lines of his hands. She kept her eyes trained on his beautiful face, the tall structured nose, his high cheekbones and the outline of his tantalizing lips. Stop it, step away from him now. You're getting to close again her mind once again, instructed her to do. Knowing full well that any close proximity between these two would unleash the dangerous of passions there was to ever witness. The fire so bright and high that water wouldn't even dare come near it.

But you miss him, can't you see how much he needs you.

Wait. Where was this voice coming from? She knew that voice though, she knew the warmth it brought to her, the simplicity of its words and calm that would envelop her once she surrendered to its will. It was her heart. Her large and beautiful but shattered heart. Where all the pieces were crumbled and scotched taped back together very poorly. Where all the pieces were sharp and bruised, where they made it hard to breathe sometimes.

" We can't keep doing this. We're going to break" She spoke softly.

"We're already broken" He let out, opening his eyes and meeting her brown orbs with his ocean blue ones. "I don't want to be broken with anyone else but you, can't you see?"

"This isn't going to end well. We'll turn to hate each other"

"Even when I hate you, I'll love you a million times more"

" We're constantly going to fight"

"We're going to be making up even more than we fight"

"What's left to save from us? What do we even have that's worth saving?"

"I have you and you have me. We have us. Lets save us"


TBC...or not? Reviews are always love (: