Another short one-shot I felt like writing. R&R :)
They're broken hearted
He hears the glass shatters. He tries not to look, to walk away, but he can't. All he can see is her face when the first tiny prick of blood appears on her cheek. He wants to scream, to do something, tell her to run, but she already does. He stands there, looking at his supposedly best friend hitting none other than the love of his life. The love of his life.
His feet are carrying him away and he finds himself looking for her at the empty street. He can hear her tears when he reaches her, alone at the dark alley. She looks away from him, trying to hide her tears, even though she knows he knows. Even though she knows she can't hide anything from him. She tries, she always does.
He reaches his hand to stroke her hair, waiting for her to give in and look at him. She does, and she's hugging him like she never did before. She needed him to be there. She needed him to stay. He wipes away her already semi-dried tears. They're both in a relationship, but it doesn't stop him when he leans in, kissing her on the lips softly.
She smiles, just like he wants her to. She wishes it would snow, and they'll be two years younger. Careless and free, even they were never careless, and nevertheless free. She'll go back to her prince tomorrow, and he won't be here anymore. But just this once, it wouldn't hurt anyone. Her skin is cold, but her heart is warm, just because of him. He knows, and he kisses her again, breathing her scent in. Her wound hurts, reminding her that's it's not reality, that tomorrow it'll all be gone.
She sends him a sad smile before she's walking away. Leaving her past and future on the hands of the man she'll never have again.
He looks at her tiny figure disappearing. Just like that, she disappears from his life again, leaving the same old mark on his heart. She told him once, he can't forget. She told him she'll always have, always will. He believes. Maybe he shouldn't.