Cornelia sat in a large oak tree, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders as her once vibrant eyes were now dull and only shone because of the tears that threatened to slide down her cheeks. She would not let them, of course, as she couldn't let it get to her.. She couldn't.
She suddenly heard footsteps, and swiftly wiped away her tears and stole a glance over her shoulder, but to her surprise, it was Caleb. Her eyes widened and she refused to let herself be seen in such a state, and blinked a couple times and attempted to hide her tears by giving a half-hearted smile.
Caleb saw through it, she realized, and she looked away. She was a good three or four feet higher then him, as she sat on one of the sturdy branches. She ignored him for a few moments, before she realized he was climbing the tree.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to sit next to you." Caleb said, as though it were an incredibly obvious fact. Cornelia didn't answer, she only looked away. After a moment, true to his word, Caleb was sitting next to her.
"I'm sorry.. about what happened.. earlier." How could he? How could he just come over and act like it was something he could just apologize for. Why did it seem to not bother him? Oh, right. He didn't care about her, he loved Will. He didn't love her.
Tears leapt to the Earth Guardian's eyes, and she flicked her wrist to make the branch bend down and let her off, but she let it recoil like a rubber band, causing Caleb's shoulder to slam into the tree trunk.
"What did you do that for?" Caleb asked, clutching his shoulder. Cornelia didn't answer, and continued walking forward, she looked at a vibrantly colored flower that reflected the light of the sunset, and touched it with her finger, causing it to wilt and it's color faded. Cornelia sighed, and stood still for a moment, before walking away.
-Caleb POV-
Caleb felt that Cornelia had gotten it all wrong! He didn't love Will, the kiss had meant nothing to him. He didn't even know why he did it, and he hated himself for it. He stared at the Earth Guardian as she caused the flower to wilt, and he wanted to run and hold her in his arms, he wanted to make everything okay again. But he couldn't, he felt so weak that it sickened himself. Why did a girl make him feel this way? He raked his hand through his dark hair in self-disgust, the pain in his shoulder becoming a distant throb, but he didn't care.
He leapt from the branch of the tree, and walked over to the flower, and pulled it gently from the ground, before he held it in his hands. He looked at it, before letting the wind carry the frail flower away.