CONFLICT
"I HATE YOU." he screamed, voice cracking and raspy with the overwhelming amounts of emotion coursing through his veins and getting trapped in his throat. His bright blue eyes gleamed with fury.
"Don't you blame this on me. Don't you dare." he warned, equally as upset though much more restrained. He pressed his lips together in a tight line, a warning that the red head was ready to break.
"How could you?" was the final question it boiled down to, the blonde's anger melting into raw despair as he whispered those three words. There was a moment of silence, the other unable to respond. His anger too had transformed into something close to guilt and confusion, a pleading look on his face. Why had he done it? Why couldn't he answer himself this? His mind was flooding with questions and it was drowning out any answers.
He reached his head out, a symbol of him begging for forgiveness when words couldn't reach him. It stayed there in the air, the gesture unreturned. The fragile young petite boy only shook his head briskly with a pain soaked expression before finding the courage to walk away.
And walk he did.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I don't really have a story behind this. I just wanted to capture a scene I pictured in my head with words. I like writing about human emotions and relationships, but rarely do I have a reason for it. Haha. R&R