Broken Promises
PROLOGUE
"Elizabeta," The Austrian said, as he smiled at the flushed Hungarian.
"Will you . . . marry me?" Those words that came out from his mouth were like knives stung her heart—it slammed painfully against her chest, as she gulped another set of her saliva down to her throat. She's being cornered.
It was a minute of silence, and Roderich was being impatient. "Elizabeta?"
"I—" She hesitated, but looked at his eyes. "Roderich I—"
The Austrian's eyes' filled with joy—as he wrapped his arms around the Hungarian, thinking that it would be her yes.
Gilbert knew that eavesdropping was wrong. But he could not help it. It was Elizabeta. And it was . . . interesting. Aside from that, his chest is beating awfully painful. The corners of his eyes were getting warmer, and he doesn't like it. He does not like it at all. But what can he do? He's just Elizabeta and Roderich's friend. Thinking about it makes his heart ache, but instead of paying attention into it, he focused on his eavesdropping more.
But still, Gilbert doesn't understand why he's too much pained from the Austrian's request—he felt like his heart shattered into million pieces, and he cannot think right. He just doesn't know what to do. His hands were shaking, and his lips were trembling—he doesn't know how to describe this feeling, since he never felt it before. Sure, he is also feeling pain when Elizabeta's with Roderich, but the pain this time was different. He was cornered, and trapped in his own self, trying to break free, but too weak to do so—he cannot describe the feeling—it isn't a feeling of losing his cat, or getting beat up. It was his chest—and his damned eyes are getting warmer and warmer, as if he was going to cry. It was very different.
He often interrupt the Hungarian, but he felt that it might not be a very good time, since he's not his 'awesome' self for a while, and he feels like he lost his cool, and he felt like he was glued on the floor—he cannot move. It took him a minute to realize that he was not listening to them at all, but he was crying his heart out. It took him a minute to realize that he was crying quietly on the corner, he was on his knees, covering his eyes, hoping not to see.
Be strong. Do not cry. He was saying it repeatedly but it was not helping at all—but it helped him stand up and go away—far from the two of them, far from anyone's eye.