Tear

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I felt tears burn under my eyelids as I closed my eyes, pressing my palms against my face. My voice came out as a hoarse whisper. "Don't. Don't go. Please." I could feel his gaze on me, and I knew there was no pity in his eyes. Tears crept down my cheeks, and I opened my eyes again, attempting a glare, wanting to transfix him with my eyes so that he would never again even think of leaving.

"Please. Please. I'll do anything, just please, don't go!" My voice rose with every word, reaching a pitch of hysteria. "I'm begging you! Don't do this to me, to us!"

I reached out and clasped his hands, held him by the wrists, trying to force him to stay. His eyes were gentle as they looked at me, but fathomless. Soon the gentleness too faded away, to be replaced by a void.

"Just let me go." His voice was harsh, and the words struck me like daggers, digging into my heart and leaving a gaping tear. I gasped at the sensation, but refused to loosen my hold on him, my knuckles turning white with the pressure I was exerting on him. He didn't even flinch.

"I can't let you go," I sobbed. "I can't! And how can you do this! I thought…" My panic-stricken screams faded to a reproachful murmur, as if I could make him feel guilty enough to stay. "I thought you said you'd always be here for me. What happened to that? What happened to us? Was it something I did? Just tell me, I'll fix it, I'll fix it a thousand times over for you!"

He pulled away from the manacles my hands had formed around his wrists, clenching his jaw. "You didn't do anything," he replied quietly. "You know that perfectly well. But I can't keep pretending. It's making me so tired."

My hands reached for him, but he moved away. "Please," I repeated, not being able to think of anything else to say. A small part of me was ashamed of myself – I wanted him to keep pretending, to keep lying to himself, just so he could stay with me. I wanted him to keep hurting himself just so I could have him near. I had never thought of myself as selfish, but now I knew that I was the very incarnation of selfishness.

"We can work something out. I swear, I will do anything, just stay."

He sighed. "Stop it, please. I can't listen to you anymore, I can't stay with you anymore. This is goodbye."

I stared at him disbelievingly, even as he turned and began to walk into the forest. It took me a few seconds to grasp the fact that he was actually leaving, and then I flew to him, grabbing his arm and tugging feebly.

"It doesn't have to be goodbye," I said weakly. "It doesn't have to be goodbye."

"But it is," he replied softly. "It is goodbye, and we can't do anything about it."

This time, he didn't walk away – he ran. And in a heartbeat, I was alone.

I sank to the ground, my hands still outstretched as if expecting him to return. "Come back," I whispered into the dark forest. "Come back. I love you."

But that wasn't enough, and we knew it. He did not return, and I continued to sit, blindly staring ahead. Tears rushed down my cheeks, and the tear he had already created began to widen with every drop that hit the ground. My chest ached and I felt sick. The memories began to trickle away, as if bleeding out of the yawning wound he had left on my soul. As if to mock at my despair, the sun unexpectedly emerged from behind Forks' perpetual cover of clouds, shafts of sunlight striking the ground and warming every living thing.

But my heart was still cold, and the wound still raw.

AN: Okay, this is terrible, I know. I'm sure you can guess who the two are, I twisted around a bit with the books but hey, this is Fanfiction, right? Anyways, I had an idea for the first half but I just mashed the rest together. Bleh. But I had to write something. I hope someone has fun laughing at this, though.