Sorry --
Filled with sorrow,
Filled with pain,
Knowing that I am to blame
for
leaving your heart out in the rain.
And I know you're going
to walk away
and leave me with a price to pay,
Before
you go I wanted to say.
I'm sorry.
"No,
you don't need to say anything."
"Please , I'm so-"
"The
last time you said you were sorry, It meant something. Now, it's just
a word."
"Goodbye Nate"
I turned my back to him
and felt a lone tear slide down my cheek.
--
Layla:
Every night, Every day, Every moment. He's on my mind.
The hurtful words of goodbye still left an everlasting dent in my heart. I knew he loved me, I knew I was the most important person in his life. But somehow, he just had to leave me standing in the rain. He just...
Left me. Betrayed me.
I never knew it was that easy to forget someone. Well, for him it seemed just that easy. Me on the other hand, I can't forget him. I've tried for so long, I think in my head, he's just a person, I have so many things that are more important to me. But even in my head, I knew I was lying. He's not just a person, he's the most amazing, loving, perfect person I could ever imagine. He's the most sensitive, caring, beautiful person I will ever meet. He's the sweetest, talented person I've ever met. He's the person I fell in love with. But I was sick of the word sorry. I knew he had over used it and it meant nothing to me anymore. A real sorry would have a true meaning, but that last one didn't.
--
Nate:We started out friends, then best friends, then, soul mates. The way her hair cascaded down her sides, the way she laughed, the way she smiled, the way she looked at me. I never forgot the night she said goodbye, after being such a fool, I broke her heart and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't hold her in my arms anymore, I couldn't kiss her tears away, I couldn't be there for her. Because I made the biggest mistake of my life.
I tried to ring her, but she ignored me. I tried to see her, she disappeared. I tried everything. But now, I give up. She didn't want anything to do with me.I just wish I could turn back time, before I broke her heart, before everything went wrong. I've always thought if us breaking up was fate, then I'd move on and have a better life, but the only fate that's ever passed me was meeting her. When she turned around, everything stopped. Time was slow, everything else in the room didn't matter. Just her beautiful eyes, gazing upon mine, melded in perfect harmony.
2 years ago...
Layla:
I clumsily grabbed the microphone as my thumb traced against the four
engraved letters. "Nate"
Which one's that? The
curly-haired one? Wait, there's two of them! And there's a straight
haired one, Wow. I should of researched this before I applied
for the job.
I quickly got out of my daydream and dashed past the obnoxious stage crew as they pushed and shoved me. Wait, I'm talking about myself. I'm the backstage crew. Oh, well, at least I say sorry if I bump into someone, unlike them. I jogged into the hallway to Connect Three's dressing room to hand Nate his microphone, whichever one that is.
I turned the corner and bumped into a person with a brown leather jacket as they stopped me from a potential bruise. "Ow, I'm sorr-" I looked up and saw one of the band members of Connect Three. Wait, Connect Three! "Ha, It's okay. Be careful next time though. I don't think you'll like a bruise on the top of your head " He laughed. I gazed into his hypnotizing chocolate brown eyes as he melded me in a strong embrace.
I broke the silence and stood up before it got any awkwarder. "Yeah, I don't think I'd enjoy that at all." I quickly rambled. "Oh, I'm Nate by the way" he introduced himself. Nate! Yes, I so ace this job. "Layla, and I think I have your microphone." Way to play it cool, Layla. "Thanks." I handed him the microphone and he smiled like a smile sent from the Gods. "Nate, sweetie. Hurry up! Your fans are waiting!" Wow. That voice is squeaky. I turned around and saw Barbie's twin. She was plastic, with a pink silk dress and four-inch heels. On top of that was over-glossed lips and perfect hair just like in a movie. That must be his girlfriend.
"U-uh. Yeah, okay." he replied. "Nice meeting you Layla. I'll see you around." I smiled weakly and turned my back to frown. Like I had a chance anyway. I'm a girl that's not rich, pretty or wears clothes once and throws them out. And he's Nate Grey, a guy who could get anything he wanted, seemed perfect and seemingly had a perfect life. Nothing like me, I'm Layla Sanders for crying out loud. I'm not exactly A-List material, I'm a nobody.