"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving". His voice barely audible.
Because I was afraid. Afraid of leaving, leaving you. Afraid that if I saw you now, I'll remember the hurt I inflicted onto you, the one I loved. But more importantly, when I see you again, and if I see you happy with someone that's no me, remembering that you once loved me like that, I'll fall apart.
I'm afraid of hurting myself.
"What business is it of yours, Arnoldo?" I retorted, my voice sounding just a little too loud and angry. I felt the hot stares from my friends blazing on my back.
Pain shone clearly in his eyes. And I almost broke down, right there and then in the middle of the damn airport. Those words were not the ones I had intended to say, but my mind had once again won my heart, my mind had won him.
Tears brimming from my eyes, I ran the other way, no wanting anyone to catch a glimpse of Helga G. Pataki crying, a sign of pure weakness. Not taking a single glance back at what I left behind.
"You know she was lying, don't you?" said Gerald, putting his hand over his best friend's shoulder as Arnold started blankly into the distance long after Helga had ran away.
"Yeah. I know that." he replied, his voice far off. "It just hurts me that after all we've been through, she still does not trust me with her emotions"