He loves me...
It hurts a bit.
He loves me not...
I walk behind Ib, feeling the wounds form on my body. My arms, my legs, they ache. Not only from walking. It's the rose.
He loves me...
It's being ripped apart.
He loves me not...
I stop dead in my tracks, my head throbbing. "Ib... Uh..."
She turns back toward me, taking my hand. "Sorry, but..." I pull my hand back, faking a smile.
"Could you go ahead? I'm... Uh..." She stares at me in shock, so I chuckle to calm her down a bit. "I'm sorry..." I flinch and fall to my knees. Another petal.
Ib gasps and reaches toward me, but stops, staring.
"I don't really know what to say..." A few petals skid the floor behind her.
"I don't want to lie to you... But I... Don't want to tell the truth either..." I try to hold back the tears.
He loves me...
I sigh. "If you need help... I'll come running..."
But she just stands there. Can't she see, I don't want her to be here while I'm like this? I shudder, chuckling.
"Go on... Ahead..." Hestitantly, she turns away from me. I watch her trudge toward the stairs, avoiding each of the blue petals on the ground where Mary left them. She must think she'll be able to help me once she gets my rose back.
How cute.
He loves me... Not?
No... A single tear hits the floor below me.
Oh... He REALLY loves me!
It hurts. Only a bit, though.
