Not So Alone by FloatingBallofLight
It was . A desperate moment. He had one chance, and had made the wrong choice. Now everything was gone and had meaning. He was left without a hope in the world. No where to go, nothing to do. Everything to think about. What had he done?
All around her there was sunlight and happiness. It seemed to enjoy mocking her pain, as if it knew she would break down and cry; get on her knees and scream out to the world, hoping anyone would hear and come save her from her thoughts. She was out of faith, her heart ripped and lying on the ground, her memories shattered and jumbled in her mind. What had happened to her?
He was normally brave. So why had he gone? Why had he run out on them? On her? This was not the real him. He was strong, and unafraid. So why was he feeling this strange,sharp pain? Almost like everyone had fallen in love, had children, won any task they had set out on but him? Why was he uncharacteristically fragile? He should've stayed, remained loyal. All dreams had taken control, which was not positive, because all dreams were of his return,the assult that was sure to follow. He would try so terribly hard to say the words he needed to say, but she would go classic female and beat him up, if not on the inside then indefinately on the outside. Where was he to go from here?
She had been abandoned before. She had felt pain before. So why was this pain so severe, resembling a knife stabbing her heart so strongly she wondered if perhaps this was all just a dream and that she would wake up shortly to his concerned half-smile. Yes, she was sure that was the case. However, she awoke from that horrible nightmare to be accused by him, to be abused, if not on the outside then surely on the inside. Fear took over slowly, creating a haunted, numb feeling that could only exist in the heart of one who had lost love time after time,each time barely getting it back. They would be so close to getting somewhere, within grasp, just to be reset; put back to the start 's when she realized that was the perfect description of was wrong with her?
He was smothered by memories, guilt, and heartache. He was crawling under the surface, suffocating under her gaze. Why had he even returned in the first place? Even the isolation of being completely alone in the saddest of ways was better than being arm's distance away from her, able to hear her shallow breathing. She was obviously upset with the fact that he had "come crawling back" after so long. She was bitter and cruel. Staring at him every day, but not speaking a word to anyone. It was thouroughly aggrivating. She must've known he was truly sorry. Why was she holding it in when she really should let it all out in a fury of frustration and emotion? Why was she pretending she didn't love him? Why did he even KNOW she loved him?Why,WHY?
Because. She knew he loved her. Maybe it was a coincidence that they both had a startling revelation at the same moment in time. Or maybe it was just ? Because that nightmare, that cold, worthless feeling was realization. Because they just knew and that was all there was to it. Because it had always been like that. They wouldn't trade it for anything. And they knew it. That stab to the heart, it was a lightbulb, an AH-HAH!, Of Course moment. Why would anyone be in such a hell if they hadn't first been in such a heaven? Because they had the same heart, bound to each of them. For isn't that how it works? We each have two eyes, ears, hands, feet, but one heart. The other was given to someone else, meant for us to find. And they happened to find the other half of themsleves when least expected, because being a teenager sucks that much.