A/N: So. Angst. Not a topic I'm terribly familiar with writing, but inspiration hit. This is rather short, but then again, it's quality that matters, not quantity. ;D
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Disclaimer: I don't own "It Will Rain" (Bruno Mars/his label does), nor do I own SWAC. Does anyone own it now (since it's technically over)? Disney, I suppose.
"But I love you, Sonny," he pleads, voice quivering, those blue eyes so penetrating, it's as if they're staring deep into my soul.
I don't recognize those blue eyes that once brought me such a sense of security; of comfort. Whenever the world rose up to meet me, those eyes were my anchor; my strength. They reassured me of a love that would last forever.
Now, when I look into them, I no longer see warm blue, but cold, hard grey. The boy I once loved has long since disappeared, and I am left to question if he was ever there in the first place.
I want nothing more than to wrap myself in the comfort and serenity of being in his arms; those strong arms that once held me close; that once helped me up whenever I tripped and lost my balance; that once rocked me back and forth on that cold September day when everything was right.
I remember the day I surrendered to my heart's hopeless battle; the day he had looked deep in my eyes, hand on my cheek, and told me he loved me.
The day when everything was perfect.
His voice promised of something that would last; something that meant forever.
For us, forever meant six months and a day. A day, if I go through with the path I know is right. A day, if I allow myself to let go.
A day, if I listen to the whisper in my heart that's been alive ever since that night, when everything changed.
That night, a mere week ago, when he'd told me he had kissed another girl.
I stood there, a sculpture of stone, unmoving; disbelieving; unyielding but for the tear that traced down my cheek.
Trust shattered on the floor.
I stare at him now, the boy with the bright blue eyes and million-dollar smile, as he pours out apologies, words flowing out of that perfect mouth; that voice, so agile at curving around lines and improv, stumbling over the simple truth that he had tripped on that well-worn dirt path known as love.
That he had made room in his heart for one other girl.
I stare at him, and long to be back in his arms, wrapped in the magic of first love; wrapped in the security of his embrace – in the security of something I was so sure would last forever.
Maybe it can work, my mind pleads, and I imagine being in his arms again, staring into his warm blue eyes, but my heart knows better. No, it can never work out. It will never work out, no matter how much I want it to.
I struggle to form the words that will end it all, for better or for worse; mind and heart waged in a hopeless battle. I struggle to form the words that will state the simple truth – the truth that, in fact, our forever is over.
And then he's gone, leaving me with nothing but an empty chair and the shattered pieces of a heart broken in two.
The streetlight outside flashes red as rain pours down, obscuring the glass on the window – but the water is nothing compared to the salt running down my cheeks, blurring my vision.
It's over.
.
If you walk away, everyday it will rain, rain…rain.