"Maybe we should take a break," he whispers, looking at her, his blue eyes begging her not to say that they should, begging her to stay. But she won't. She'll run away, just like she always does. She won't fight even though she loves him.
"Maybe we should." she answers, feeling the lump form in her throat. She looks back at him once more, the tears pooling in her eyes. But she refuses to cry. She refuses to show him how upset this makes her. She refuses to show her weakness, her emotions. She's not that girl. She's not the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. She doesn't know how to let people in. She just doesn't operate that way. She's not the girl that falls apart because of a boy she loves, especially not in front of the boy she loves. And she's not the kind of girl who says 'I love you' first. No matter how much she means it. She turns away and her stony exterior crumbles. She squeezes her eyes shut and tries to block it all out. She tries to stop the tears from falling, but it's like trying to stop a heart from breaking when it's already broken. Completely pointless.
He feels his voice dying as he says what he thinks she wants him to. He's shaking even though she can't see it.
"Maybe we should take a break." he manages to say without his voice cracking, even though it feels like every bone in his body is. He feels his eyes starting to water, and that itchy feeling in his nose that he gets whenever he's about to cry. He watches her twirl her bracelet around her wrist, a habit he's noticed, that she only does when she's upset. He watches the colors spin, faster, faster, faster. Until they stop. Her lower lip is shaking as she says what he hopes she wouldn't.
"Maybe we should." she swallows, glancing up at him and meeting his eyes. Her expression is unguarded for only a few seconds before the wall goes up and her features harden. The wall is invisible, but he can still see it. He can see the way she shuts down when she's upset. He knows she's extremely good at hiding her emotions, something he's never learned to do. He knows that that's exactly what she's doing right now. And he hates her for it. He hates her for being the strong one all the time. But he looks into her eyes, the one place where he can see everything she's feeling. The one thing that she's never been able to take the emotion out of. He can see exactly what she's feeling. He can see that she's hurting, and that she's mad. But what he can't see, is whether she loves him as much as he loves her. And as she walks away, and he resists the urge to run after her, he slides down against the lockers and cries.