"Dell, stop!" I could hear his footsteps splashing in the puddles behind me.
Shit. He found out. Why did he have to wake up? Why didn't he just sleep?
I quickened up my pace, despite the feeling of my heart exploding in my chest.
"Please wait!" He screamed. I winced at the agony in his voice but didn't slow down.
Run. Don't stop. Keep going.
It didn't take him long to catch up.
I tried running faster but my wet clothes were weighing me down and my throat was on fire.
As I felt his grip tighten on my arm I tried yanking away but he was too strong and determined.
"Let go!" I yelled, yet he stood his ground.
I turned to push him but he grabbed my other arm and made me face him. My heart shattered as I made eye contact with him.
His wet curls draping over his face, his brown eyes bloodshot, the perfect lips I'd kissed a thousand times quivering,
his porcelain skin stained with tears and raindrops.
I snapped out of my daze and pushed onward with what I was intending to do.
"Let me go, Andy!" I couldn't hide the fact I was sobbing. He licked his lips before stepping closer and whispering, "Why?"
Standing there, I had to remind myself; this is for him. He can t give up on his dream. Not because of me. Not because of us.
"Why?" He raised his voice and bit his lip, realizing he let out a cry.
I took a deep breath before making the biggest mistake of my life.
"Because I don't love you."
That was it. I choked out that horrid horrid lie. The only lie I've told him. And that only lie was the thing that broke him.
The thing that made his walls go up and trust go down. He let go and stood there, defeated.
The grey sky painted above us, his shirt clinging to his chest, his jeans a darker shade, and as he stood there shattered, I walked.
Walked away from the best thing to ever happen to me.
That was the last memory I had of him in my mind.
Until now.