Pairings: anyone x anyone (anonymous)
Rated: k
Genre: angst, comfort
It was a bit sad that day. Sad as is, she didn't have much to cry. It was her best friend's life. Surely, she'd see him at school. Atleast she hoped.
Ignored. She was ignored. Her other friends were with her, but she didn't cry, for them. She had to be strong. Ring ring. She had her friend back!
It has been going on for days. The calls, friends, not friends, like a broken record. Maybe her life was a broken record. She wanted life to go back to normal, or, since now is her normal life, back to before. What had she done wrong?
He held the phone in his hand and squeezed it. He didn't want to do this, but he had no choice. He wanted life to go back to the time before, but he had to protect her. If only he could tell her.
More days of this endless cycle. It was painful and tortuous, but he had faith in his friend. After all, if he was in the same situation, he would always be her friend again. He wonders why. Maybe because of the fun and adventures they have had or yet to have. Maybe it could be something more.
Today hit him like a blow to the chest. It was she who called, and the consequences finally caught up with him. He guessed her friends found out, and they are an overprotective bunch. Was it because of her impatience? Was it because he didn't mean as much to her as she meant to him? That hurt. Maybe she'll just go back to being friends and make this a lesson.
Finally, he was free. The danger had passed, and now he was free from the burden. She was safe. Safe at last. When he checked his phone, there were no calls or messages. He wanted to hear her sweet voice again. He'd been ignored for so long. Blocked. He couldn't call her. What had he done?
He'll find her. He'll tell her. He walked by the halls. Where was she? There! She was there! He ran to her like she would dissapear if he didn't come to her in a second, but he stopped. There she was, with her friends, and someone else. They were holding hands. This wasn't right. It felt wrong. Was he replaced? He had a feeling this was not a friend, rather something more. No, this was wrong. He clenched his fist. Those friends of her were laughing, talking, smiling as if it wasn't the end of the world. "I'm so glad you aren't friends with that jerk anymore. Your boyfriend is amazing!" He walked up to the table and punched him on the face. Screaming. Chaos. He didn't care as his body moved on it's own. Sure, he may have broken bonds. He may have broken trusts. But he refused to break his life. It was anything but a broken record. He'll make sure of that.
She was so happy without him in her life. So happy to shut him out. She was over him. Theese were the best days of her life. Then he came back to ruin it all. She lay in the middle of the destruction as she saw him. Thats when she noticed something: jealousy. Why would he be jealous? An arm grabbed her as she came face to face with him. She refused to move from her spot, but she could see it in his eyes: that unrelenting determination. Why does he only want to make her life a misery? She didn't want to be stuck in the endless cycle. She moved on and wouldn't go back. Yet a small part of her, yet the tiniest bit, despite all the hardships, despite all the the obviousnes, despite all the rest that is against it, stands out and says that maybe, just maybe, he's here to fix that broken record. She won't know until she see's it for herself.