You thought the two of you would last forever. The nights under the stars, the feel of his hands intertwined in yours, his smooth lips caressing yours… He said all the right things at all the right times. He made you feel beautiful. He gave you that tingly feeling all the way down to your toes whenever he even looked at you.

You were in love with him, and he must be in love with you.

You ignore what everyone else says about 'young love,' because they're wrong. The two of you are the exception. The two of you are going to be together forever. It doesn't matter how young you are, love is a precious thing and can be held on to at the youngest age. Who cares if you're thirteen?

You and him are meant to be.

The flashbacks rush at you.

The time the two of you first kissed. You were on the swings and he was pushing you, when suddenly he came to a stop and you skid your feet on the sand to stop as well. You turned your head to ask him what was wrong, when you felt warm, moist lips on yours. You don't pull away. You love it.

The time he held you while you cried. Why were you crying anyway? You didn't tell him, and you forgot over time as well. You sobbed and wailed into his shoulder, as he held you close to his body and whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Everything was going to be alright. He would always be there for you. Did you want him to beat up whoever made you cry? You had to laugh at that. He always could make you laugh.

And let's not forget the time he actually beat up a guy for you. He'd insulted you, called you a little slut and began to insult him for going out with you in the first place. He's usually a very patient person, but he had been speaking in such a vulgar, disrespecting tone he lost it. He began to beat him up with a ferocity you never even knew he had.

You felt proud, really. He loved you enough to defend your honor.

He wasn't her Prince Charming, he was your knight in armor, dirtied up after defeating all who dared to curse your name. How romantic.

You ignored the way his eyes always wandered or flashed with guilt when you asked him where he was the other day. You forgot about his reputation as a player, as a cheat. As a dirty piece of scum. You pretended you didn't see the small winks and smiles he cast at your best friend.

Your ex-best friend, that is.

The words are dropping out of his mouth quick now, as if he's so eager to get them out before rushing off to be with her. And he probably is.

"Look, it's been great, but I need freedom. I found another girl and she's… Wow, she's different. I think she might be the One. The one I actually fall in love with for the first time."

You said something you forgot. You didn't care, and neither did he. You saw that as he sprinted away. He had never been in love with you?

You follow him. Slow, measured steps. You pretend you don't know who he's running after, and you want to find out. And what you see makes you start to cry silently and shake with desperation.

Josh Hotz and Claire Lyons. They were meant to be.

Who cared about little Massie Block anymore?

"I think when you are young, you are hoping that this person will be the right one, the one you are going to be in love with forever. But sometimes, you want that so much; you create something that isn't really there."

The quote is by Johnny Depp, by the way.

Ack, so sad, D; I like this oneshot, actually, (: I love Mosh. Closh is alright, ;D

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