Here I am, sitting on the old bench down by Starks Pound. I'm surprised this haggard old thing is still standing. It's been around as long as we have and has probably seen just as much. Sighing I take a look at the fresh fallen snow; it's peaceful and quite out.
Craig asked me to meet him here tonight. I was surprised but secretly excited, seeing as we haven't really talked in a while. He's been busy and I've been…well I've been patiently waiting for him to find some time.
I hear the snow crunch as someone approaches. It's Craig. I flash him a smile and move to the one side of the bench and offer him a space to sit down.
"I don't have long, sorry." I'm just about to say something when he holds his hand to silence me. "I wanna say sorry for past few weeks. I know I haven't been around much."
"That's alright. You've got band practice and work, throw school into all that and…" I laugh nervously and try to still my animated hands. This is starting to become an odd conversation. He gives me curt nod before he shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down. "Are you okay?"
"Listen, Tweek. This, us, we aren't working out." His face is blank and emotionless as ever. I strangely think back to a time when I could make him smile. "You didn't do anything you know." He finally says after a long moment. I think I can detect a hint of sadness in those blue eyes.
"Craig…" Those are the only words I mange to force out of my tight dry throat. He shakes his head and frowns.
"Don't-Don't make this harder than it has to be. We're going in different directions, Tweek." He pauses and takes a deep breath. "Things just aren't the same anymore." I have to admit that his 'forever' didn't last as long as I had expected. "You understand I what I mean right?"
'I'm not stupid; of course I understand you're breaking up with me.' It's what I want to say but I don't.
"It's okay. I understand. I really do. Things change right?" I try to swallow the hard lump in my throat and try my hardest not to cry. I quickly stand up and shrug off his jacket. "Here, you might want this back."
"You keep it; I gave it to you after all." He doesn't understand that I can't possible keep it even if I wanted to. It'd hurt too much. It'd be too much of a reminder for me.
"It's yours and I'd feel bad for keeping it. I insist you take it back. Please." I finish weakly and after a moment of hesitation he nods and takes the damn thing.
"yeah…well look I have to go." He says and throws the jacket over his shoulder. He stands awkwardly and I stare at the snow waiting for him to leave. "I'm sorry it-"
"Don't make this harder than it has to be." him I snap at him, using his own words against a bit more harshly then I had intended but I'm hurt. He whispers something I don't hear and starts his walk home or wherever he's going. As soon as he's out of sight I come a little undone.
"Why?" I ask myself. I wonder if he'll miss me like I'm going to miss him. I think about if he'll regret this in the future but I really doubt it. I brush the tears away with the back of my head and pull my knees up to my chest. It's a colder and darker than before.
I can feel the pain in my chest but I get a small amount of comfort knowing that I'm going to be okay. I'm going to be just fine without him in my life. Time is going to heal this wound but the scar is going to remain and I'll remember him a bittersweet fondness.
I carefully run hand across the cool wood of the old bench and smile. It's seen countless love affairs just like I'm sure it's seen countless breakups and this is just another one of them. It's been here since forever and probably will be.
A/N: I have no idea what this is or where it came from! But please, feel free to comment!