We were alone on the beach and he was watching me. I felt worried, something was up I could tell, I just didn't know what.
"Leah. Um. Well I can't see you anymore." He said. I looked at him. What was he talking about? He loved me and I loved him. Leah and Sam. Sam and Leah. Always.
"What are you talking about?" I asked looking distraught.
"Leah, we can't be together anymore."
"WHY? You love me. I love you what is the problem?"
"No, Leah. I don't. I don't love you. Not anymore anyway." He looked away. I just couldn't believe this. It wasn't happening. It couldn't.
"B-But…"
"Leah, I don't love you anymore. Get over it. Did you really think we would be together forever?"
"Yes. You said forever and always."
"Well, that was from, before."
"Before, what?"
"Nothing." He stood. "It's over."
And he was gone. I sat there and allowed a single tear to roll down my cheek. Then I stood and went home, to a life of misery and sadness.