Z: We need to have a talk... A really important one.
T: Okay? I'm listening.
Z: You need to stop.
T: Stop?
Z: With this Kim thing.
T: What Kim thing?
Z: You know exactly what I'm talking about.
T: I really don't.
Z: Oh sure. Then let me spell it out for you.
YOU
HAVE
A
MASSIVE
CRUSH
ON
KIM!
T: I do not!
Z: Oh yes you do!
T: Prove it.
Z: The look on you face when you gave her the news. The feeling in your heart when you said you were moving away.
T: What about it?
Z: That, my friend, is heartbreak.
T: So what? Maybe she took up a rather large place in my heart and now it feels like I'm leaving it behind. Maybe I'm crushed by the fact that I may never see her ever again. Maybe I can't deal with the fact that I may never see her smile again. Or the way her hair frames her face. Or the way her cheeks glow pink after training. Or when she shows her mysterious smirk, or dorky expressions when telling a story.
Z: ...
T: Or the way she tries to smile even when she's crying to try to reassure you that she's really okay. And when she doesn't, you know there's definitely something wrong. Or when she grits her teeth and tugs at her hair when she gets frustrated. Or the way her smile lights up the room and her eyes shine so brightly and her laugh is like angels are singing. Or the way she makes me dizzy or light headed and gives me pins and needles when she touches me.
Z: ...
T: Or maybe I'll miss fhe way she hugs me; so warm that I never want to let go. But I know that I'll have to because I'm moving away and my heart is continuing to shatter and spread around wherever I go. And I'm trapped in this infinte loop of heartbreak. And I meet new people and hope to God that they can build me back up again, only to realise that they'll get ripped away before they can start. And it hurts... so much. It hurts...
Z: You see? You are breaking and you need to tell her before it's too late.
T: I can't... it'll be too much to handle.
Z: Then sing one of those songs you wrote.
T: Definitely not.
Z: Well, if you aren't going to tell her, I can't help you...
T: Really Zack!
Z: I can't. Unless you tell her, I can't. Just... think on it, okay Trin?
T: Okay... Thanks.
Z: Anytime. Night.
T: Night.
END
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