Ok, so this is a kind of pointless one shot drabble thing, that i came up with because i'm bored, and i miss Hayley. I'm also ill, and wrote this in the last hour or so, so please forgive any mistakes... I should really go to bed now. Anyway, pointless and quite bad, but hey, it's Jisbon :D

Disclaimer: Not mine. I own paracetamol, ibuprofen and the wet flannels on my forehead. Lucky me.

She was running. The air was warm and humid, beads of sweat dripped from her forehead but she pushed on. She needed to get away, get away from herself. Force herself out of her own headspace. Everything was happening so quickly, her heart was hurting.

"I'm falling in love with you," he whispered, so, so softly, as he leant in and brushed his lips across her, in a feather light kiss.

Why had he told her? She'd just persuaded herself that things could stay the way they were, that it didn't matter what was going on inside her head, but when things are said... when words are spoken, you can try to ignore them, you can try and pretend you never heard, but it won't work out in the end. Why did he have to ruin everything? How did this happen? How was it he had the power to break her heart, crush her completely with a few words? And why, why wasn't she happy? She realized, quite recently, that she was too far gone to ever recover. But she had been dealing with it, if she got to see her, talk to him, laugh with him at work every day, then she could sacrifice those other feelings, she had thought she could fool herself into believing that it would be enough, because he didn't love her back. But now... now all of that had changed.

So why wasn't she happy, and still there, kissing him back?

Because for some reason, it still hurt.

She stopped running and leant against the closest wall, breathing heavily, her chest heaving. She had always sworn to herself that she would never let this happen to her. Until that damn, consultant had come along, screwed her plans and suddenly, she had caught herself smiling with him, then laughing with him, hell, even dancing with him. And then it hits you, what's going on. The feelings flood freely into you, and it's exhilarating, exciting even, until something like this happens, and your heart begins to hurt again.

That kiss... had been so soft, barely even there, but so full of love, and gentleness. He knew her, and it scared her to death. Because he knew her, and that hadn't happened... no one has ever known her the way he does before. So why was it still hurting?

Then she realized, it became clear to her.

She was scared. Of everything.

Of letting someone love her, the closer they get the harder it is, the more it hurts. And why it was hurting right now? Because he was doing everything right, everything right by her, and the hurt was for once, the product of her running away, of not letting him in. This time it wasn't because he had gotten too close and let her down, but instead because she wasn't letting herself let him get any farther. The question was, if she did, would it be worth it? The emotional pain now was bad, and it hurt, but if he did get any closer, if he did break down her walls... and then hurt her, she knew from experience that that pain would be so much worse.

His words echoed in the back of her mind, 'do you trust me?'

She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, she glanced at the caller ID, and a stray tear escaped, slowly rolling down her cheek. Maybe it was time to take a risk.

I didn't say it was good! Did i? It'd be great if you could review, it really would. But now, instead of begging i'm going to just save, post, then sleep. Thanks for reading. *hugs*

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