I'm Still Breathing
Oh my God, it's you. I can't believe it. How long has it been? Four years, really? It doesn't feel longer than a month. You haven't changed much. Neither have I. Well, that's what you think. You don't see what I do when I return home every night. I'm not that happy little teenager you used to know. I want to touch you, but that would be inappropriate.
You open your mouth to say something but stop yourself. Awkward silence. I pray you don't say what I know you probably will. I've only just begun to be able to cope with it. In my own way. Say whatever you want but that.
No, don't you dare say it!
It's out there. For the whole world to see. Why did you say it? Why did you have to fucking say it? Maybe you should see how I cope. Maybe you should see why what you just said was an extremely stupid thing to say. Here goes nothing.
You're shocked to say the least. Well, we all have ways of coping. You try and kid on that you've moved on. I do what I do.
Stop looking at me like that. It's not like I've committed a great sin. Don't you dare pity me! Just because I don't act like I've moved on doesn't mean you can pity me.
Yes, I hurt myself, but everyone does in their own way. Stop this! You've only been talking to me for ten minutes and you're already treating me like that again. Fragile. Why do you think it didn't work out in the first place?
Don't do that. Don't you take one step further. We're not kids anymore. You can't just do that.
Why did you do that? This is going to be even harder to cope with.
AN: sorry for the randomness of this fic. If you're wondering what he did at the end, I'm not going to tell you, use your imaginations for once. Joking. Still not telling though. R&R