A/N: Inspired by Whitney Houston - I will always love you.
And I will always love you
He holds her hand.
She looks at him a little surprised.
He leans in and whispers something into her ears.
She blushes and giggles.
He kisses her cheek.
She leans on the crook of his neck.
He rubs her knuckles.
She kisses his hand.
He closes his eyes…
She closes hers…
They both smile… in pure happiness.
And I look away. I just can't watch anymore. But I have no right to feel this way. Why? It's because this is the end result of my decision.
I feel a hand squeeze mine.
I look up to find my best friend staring at me with sad eyes.
I try to smile, to reassure him, to reassure myself. But I couldn't.
So I try to talk. To say everything is fine, but a lump forming in my throat stopped me; instead a pitiful whimper escaped my lips.
He hugs me close and rubs my back.
Only he knows why I did this. Why I left the only love I've ever known. Why I'm here right now, unable to say anything and making my mascara run down my face.
I sob a little more. Swallowing down the thick sourness of sacrifice, hoping it wouldn't come back up. I gently lift myself and finally am able to smile, even if it is forced.
I remind myself why I did this.
I remind myself that there's no other way.
I keep a strong façade, which thankfully everybody seems to buy. Well, almost everybody.
I try to tell myself that this is just a phase.
I'll grow out of this childish love, and move on.
Just keep moving forward.
I just need to keep moving forward… even if I have to crawl.
Feeling stronger I look back at the scene of my love holding on to another girl. And the lump is back in my throat.
Who was I kidding?
I will always love him.
A/N: I was watching 'The Voice' when this song was sung. And for some odd reason, I just felt the words seep into my veins (even if I have already heard this song a million times before), then this drabble was born. You guys can decide who everyone is in this story.
Well, I hope you enjoyed that... now please excuse me while I sit at a corner and ask myself why I intentionally made myself feel bad...