Um. Yeah. I should be doing my History homework. But I'm not.
Allergy Information: Ohmygods, I think this is the cleanest story I have. I think the only things worth warning against is a little boyxboy and some angst.
Also, this is pretty much my first attempt at anything except past tense.
On another note, the end part is from a song called "Walking to Hawaii."
I slam my door shut, sliding down it and to the ground. My head falls into my hands, and my fingers clench my hair tightly. Not Cloud. Anyone except Cloud. Anyone except me. He said he loved me. But I'm afraid. I have every right to be afraid.
Because the fact that he loves me now… means nothing. In the end, it will only end in heartache and suffering. Eventually he'll give up on me. I'd rather stay alone than have happiness ripped out from under me.
He won't love me forever. He can't. He just doesn't have it in him. I don't blame him. I know better than anyone that I have many faults, faults that can't be forgiven or ignored. Even still… although I want to love him back, I'm afraid.
Because I know well… falling feels like flying until you hit the ground.