"Mitchie; don't go! Don't leave me here. I'm nothing without you and your love. Please-" He inhaled a breath of air as his chest rised up and down, before finishing up his last sentence. "Please, just don't leave me."
I looked down at my feet. Noticing the sand between my toes. As the current water came onto the shore whipping at my feet. Sparkles arose from the sunlight gazing onto the ocean water.
A smooth, delicate tear began to form in the tightest corner of my eye. With the blinking motion that took place; it forced the tear away and it began to roll down my face.
Nate moved his hand up towards my cheek whipping my tears that I shed away. Keeping his hand up on my face, rubbing along my cheekbone. I looked into his dark, brown eyes. They stole the beats of my hearts as I gazed into them.
I reached my hand up and grabbed Nate's hand into mine. As I held onto his hand, with both of mine gripped ever so gently around his, I told the boy, that I loved and cared for; I said the words that I never thought I could.
"Nate; I just can't do this anymore. I just can't."
Letting go of his hand; I backed away. I walked through the sand that burned the balls of my feet. Entering the water up to my kneecaps I climbed onto the boat coming to take me back home. I watched as he stood in the sand. Watching as I sailed away into the open water.
I was leaving him. Forever.

I sat in history class; daydreaming about the boy I left two years ago. We couldn't be together. Not because we were scared. Not because we didn't have love anymore. But more because our parents couldn't stand us being together. I have to admit, we were total opposites. Nate was the musicain. The guy parents could never trust. He was always faithful to his religion every step that he took; and we both knew he would never loose faith in that catergory. Nate was also the guy that could steal any girls heart, and my parents didn't want me to end up broken hearted. I, and the other hand, was the girl just getting by. Taking and leaving what the world was offering me. Someone that was always stood up and let down.
But being that person that always knew pain, I could take it.
My parents never relized, that I know how to fend for myself; and they hated Nate.
"Mitchie? Mitchie." I heard my teacher, Mr. Jenson shout at me.
All around I heard giggles as the class laughed at me.
I came back from my heartbreaking flashback and focused on what he was talking about. Looking on the board I noticed a war written out of chalk.
"Your anwser, Mitchie"
Mr. Jenson crossed his arms across his body while he stared at the desk I was currently sitting in. The movement of his foot tapping up and down showed that we was annoyed.
Glancing back at Mr. Jeson, I shrugged my shoulders and slid down in my seat. Pulling my hand through my rich alburn hair as I hid the fact of fear. Being the shy girl in class, I hated having attention drawn to myself, and thats what was happening at the moment.
"Mitchie. Wake up, please." Mr. Jenson requested as he returned back to his black board. He continued on explaining the war.
Everyone's looks began to make me anxious, but I pushed out the looks of dismay everyone was giving me. The truth was; I was a straight A student. People looked at me as if I had the whole world in the pocket of my ripped jean pants. Kids always came up to me telling how my life was always perfect. Always amazing. Boy were they wrong; my life was far from it. I'm Mitchie Marie Willis. Just your average teenager trying to make it in this big, tall world, one day at a time. I lost the one true kid I ever cared about. Just to make my parents happy. I regret everyday that he's not here beside me. Playing with my hands. His soft, curls bouncing as we laughed in unison.
But inspite of all that; I have the willpower to get past anything.

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