Coveted
"You had to take him! Why? Why would you take him?"
She looked at her feet, unable to think of anything to say or any possible words that would ease the burning guilt that coursed through her body. Instead, she kept silent.
"Why did you think I was always around here? For you?!"
She opened her mouth to speak, but was once again at a loss for words. Taking a gulp of air she exhaled deeply and closed her eyes.
Crash. Her entire collection of CDs shattered to the ground, their covers cracking to form a bed of shards. Crash. The contents of her desk spun through the air and scattered across the floor. She took another trembling breath.
"All you do is take! And I've been here for years and years just giving and getting nothing in return! And I thought—" There was a quaking laugh. "—I thought for the first time that since he stopped dating I was finally—"
She turned away, wanting just to leave, to hear anything but this. She wanted to stop her heart from breaking when it had been full for the first time.
"I find he's been screwing his stepsister behind everyone's back!"
She opened her eyes, facing the shaking figure in front of her.
"I love him Casey." It came out as barely more than a whisper, but was laced with bitterness and anger and hatred…
Finally, she was able to speak. The moment she did, she felt her words burn like acid, and wished she could take them back, or just stop taking altogether.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I love him too."
Number 2. I don't really know where the idea for this one came from, very angsty. Oh well, tell me if you like.
--JR