Please Come to Boston
Chapter 1
Um…hi! Hm. I used to write here. I, um, haven't for…years. But, I've had this URGE to write for months, and have had a four year long writer's block, and, well…I needed something to start with to start writing again. So...here I am! Ha. No one here probably remembers me. I think everyone from back in "the day" is gone now.
Anyway, the fic! Well, you will figure it out, haha. I don't own the characters. If this sucks, I'm terribly sorry, but, like I said, I've had an insane writer's block for years, and I'm hoping this pulls me out of it! So, please review, and let me know how I'm doing here! If it sucks, I'll just delete it, and pretend I never ended the longest hiatus in the world. Ok…
He clinched his fists, pushing them deep into the pockets of his jacket, pushing his feelings away as well. Fear, doubt…well, whatever of those feelings were left. Jealousy. Hatred. Love. Anger. Hurt. Love. Pushed them away, out of his head, his heart, his mind, forever.
Forever.
And he pulled the door to apartment 20 closed, pausing, momentarily considering walking into number 19 one last time. To say goodbye—and he really should say goodbye to Joe. But he couldn't. He couldn't face Joey again, not with the news he had just been given by him.
"She went to her parents, I think…said she needed some time to think."
What did she have to think about, had been his reply. Well, obviously, she had lots to think about. His plan had backfired, and now, this was it. It was over. He had lost her.
It was bound to happen. He knew the past two years had been to good to be true, but he had allowed himself to live it anyway. He had, stupidly, allowed himself to believe it was true, and would last forever. He always screwed up relationships. Always! Why would this time have been an exception to that rule? Especially because it was her, and she deserved everything in the world he had never been able to give to anyone.
Everything in the world.
He should have walked away when he had the chance. Before he got hurt, before she got hurt.
Especially before she got hurt.
He couldn't stand to think of the fact that he had just hurt her. Couldn't stand it.
And with that thought, he slipped his key under her door, taking a few shaky breaths before heading down the hallway, bag in hand, not able to look back, fearing that if he did look back onto the past ten years of his life, the tears wouldn't wait for him to reach solitude.