A/N: Well, it's just this chapter and one last one after this. I thank all of you who have kept up with this overly-dramatic story. I've had a lot of fun writing it, and I'm glad you guys kept me motivated. After this chapter, though, it'll pretty much just be me ranting about something not even pertaining to Rune Scape...so, you don't have to read it lol. I'm a little hesitant anyway to post it. Anyway, good reading.

Chapter 6- Good Things Never Last

My friends had called to come over one day in early January, and I accepted their friendly intrusion. For the last couple of days, John and I had been arguing about our meeting again. We then argued about whether or not we should stay together. It was getting pretty shaky, and I was never in a good mood.

It was a cold Sunday night. I was talking to John, and I told him I had to get going because of my friends coming over. John was curious.

Mafia: What do they think we should do?

Gale: They think we should break up. They've been telling me to.

And they had. My friends had seen the mood changes in me, and they thought it best to let go of John. I valued their opinions, but I just couldn't let go. It was impossible.

Mafia: Let me talk to them.

Gale: Why?

Mafia: Just let me talk to them.

I let my friends come inside and directed them to my room, telling them along the way about John's request. Liz hopped onto the computer willingly, and John more or less reprimanded her for putting more strain on the relationship. I watched with a shocked look imprinted on my flushed face. Liz thankfully kept calm and replied to his tirade with ease, assuring him that she and Adrianne were only looking out for me. Liz proceeded to ask him why he didn't want to meet me. He in turn replied that he did want to. My mouth fell open. 'Why in the hell are we fighting then?!' I thought irately.

Liz and John talked for half an hour. I can't remember the specifics, except that Liz mentioned a break. I gave her a venomous stare and watched to see how John would reply. 'He loves me. He doesn't want a break,' thought I. But, to my despair, John seemed to go for the idea.

Mafia: Do you think a week would be ok?

Liz turned to me, and my heart shattered to pieces. I turned away fro her, embarrassed of my emotions, and started sobbing. Liz patted my shoulder while I stuttered, "but I love him, Liz! I love him so much! I don't want a break!" Both she and Adrianne were severely surprised at my outburst. I never showed my friends this side of me. They never knew me to love someone so much and so fervently. They had never seen me cry. I was usually the consoler, and now I was the vulnerable one being consoled. I don't think they thought they would ever see the day when I lost control of my emotions, for I usually kept strong in such situations. Adrianne shook her head but looked sympathetically at me. Liz typed to John that I was falling apart, and John became concerned. I figured, as I wiped away my fallen tears, that if John wanted a break, he could have one. I scooted Liz over, assuring her that I would comply with his idea, and typed:

Gale: Alright, John. I won't talk to you or get on your account for the remainder of this week.

Mafia: Mela...

Mafia: You can talk to me...

Mafia: You can get on my account...

Mafia: Oh **** it.

Mafia: I can't live a week without you.

Liz frowned, typing:

Gale: Liz: You just asked for a break.

Gale: Mela: John, what do Y O U want? Forget Liz and me;

Gale: What do you want?

Mafia: You.

Mafia: I live for you, Mela.

Mafia: I live to get on the computer to talk to you.

Gale: You...live for me?

Mafia: Yes...

Gale: How the hell did you fall this much in love with me?

Mafia: Same way you did.

Liz and Adrianne rolled their eyes, thinking John's sentiments to be mawkish and over dramatic. They weren't to me, though. This was John and me. This was us. We were in love with each other, and we wanted to stay together. In the end though, we did agree that we just needed a breather. I thought I could be ok with it, but I was a mess until he came back. And even after that...I was never really happy.

o.O.o

For a week and a half, my John stayed away from the computer, and I was miserable all those 11 days. On the second day of John's absence, I sat in AP Government class thinking deeply about our situation. While thinking and mechanically filling out a worksheet, I had realized a couple of things. John was 15. He was a sophomore in high school. He probably still wanted to experience many things before involving himself seriously with a crazy girl like me. John was young, and I don't think he knew what he wanted. And hey...at 15...I didn't know what the hell I wanted from life either. Even now, at 18, I'm a little skeptical.

I think I began to understand John's position. It still bothered me, for sure, but at least I was beginning to understand his feelings. I supposed that it was intimidating to John that an 18-year-old proposed and expected a meeting. Although I had told him that I didn't expect to be his girlfriend when we met, or even friends (I'm reasonable; we'd have to start from scratch; if we ended up hating each other, oh well; if we came to love each other, great; but at least we would know), I suppose he still found it to be too serious a deal to comply with. It would mean our relationship would deepen, become serious and not just an online whim. I think I'd be scared too if an 18-year-old guy asked me to meet him at 15. 'Gol!' thought I. 'I must be a creep to him! Oh! But that's now how it is! I love him, I really love him, and that's the truth! I don't want to cheapen anything or take advantage of him. I just...gol, I'm 18...but I can't help it. I'm in love with John. I live for him as well...' I nearly bawled at this realization. I almost thought of myself as a predator. But I swear, my intentions were pure.

I also thought about something John had said once. One of the reasons he was so hesitant to meet me, was because he was afraid I wouldn't be the same in person as I was online. 'Well who the hell else could I be,' I thought. 'How can I fake who I am? And why would I fake at being Mela? Of all the people I could pretend to be, why would I choose to fake as myself? If I was going to fake, I'd fake being someone much better.' Despite feeling that way, I understood John's feelings, regarding my personality in person. But it wasn't just him that was scared of how the other person would be. I was scared too. I'm a very shy, self-conscious person. But I knew that if I met John, I wouldn't be silent. I can easily pull things from the air and make conversation, even with strangers. But John wasn't a stranger. I had almost known him for a whole year, and we shared almost everything with one another. Making conversation with him, while also easing the situation, would be a piece of cake.

Really, the only thing I was scared of, was that John wouldn't find me attractive...physically. Ahh, he was so handsome and alluring, with his sharp eyes and dark skin. And myself...oh, I didn't really know. I just knew, or rather felt, that I was not in his league. I dressed plainly; I didn't wear much makeup; I wasn't especially girly. I saw John with a gorgeous blonde, with sparkling blue eyes and a cute, petite figure. And someone taller... Anyhow, that was truly my only worry. I knew everything else would just fall into place, if John let it.

I thought further of what I was asking of John as I continued working on the judiciary worksheet. 'Maybe I'm being stupid,' I thought. 'I mean, John is obviously inching farther and farther away from me, and lately our relationship has been shaky.' In conclusion, I understood a little of what John was going through. I wasn't mad about how he was feeling. I was sad, yes. Although I could see things from John's point of view, I couldn't help but think, 'but I only want to meet him, because...well I love him so much. Is that so bad? Is it so wrong to want to meet someone whom claimed to love me back? whom claimed to LIVE for me?'

When I got home from school, I wrote John an e-mail telling him about my newly found realization and feelings. The letter was long, and I was worried that John might see it as ranting verbiage, but I just had to write it. It helped me to let out my bottled-up emotions. But not only did I vent, I also told him I understood more of where he was coming from. I mentioned a couple of times that if he wanted to, he should date other girls, for he was 15, handsome, and passionate. I didn't want to keep him from the experience of dating. I gave him options, assurances, consolations; I gave him everything I thought right to give him. I suppose some of my writing was superfluous, but at that point of our relationship, I was desperate. I missed him, and I wanted him back, but only if he wanted me in return. I clicked on the 'send' button and felt an eerie sort of calm.

o.O.o

When John finally got on again, I didn't feel as relieved as I thought I would. I told him I sent him an e-mail, and he quickly logged off to check it. I waited 10 minutes, and he logged back on.

Gale: So...it's your call...

Mafia: I don't want to end things.

I said alright, and he went away.

o.O.o

John rarely got on after that. We would leave each other messages in his ignore list, for his was empty, and we hardly got on at the same time. I played on his account often. It made me feel a little better to play on it. It was the only connection I had to John, and I held it sacredly. It didn't assuage my longing for him at all, but it was all I had. After February 8th, John wasn't on for a full month. I waited miserably for him, keeping track in my planner of how long he was gone. I knew he hadn't even logged on, because there was nothing written in the ignore list, and the last log in date was the date I had always logged on myself to check in on him.

I talked to Trent about John all the time. I'm sure he tired of it, but he was steadfast in giving his attention. After the 3rd week, Trent said that I should forget him and move on. I think Trent was hurt too that John didn't get on. The three of us always had fun together, and to just leave us for that long...well, I think his feelings may have been resentment mixed with hurt.

Tcore: Im just gonna delete him if my list gets too full anyway

I thought of the mistake I made when I left John for Cody. I did NOT want to repeat the mistake again. I told Trent that it was not possible to forget my John. I was in love with him, and I promised him, long ago, that I'd never give up on him, and he promised the same for me. Trent was understanding about it, but I think he was also disappointed. My company hadn't been the best since the second long absence of John. Trent even wrote a message to me on MySpace on a day when I was feeling lower than low.

"I know ur sad about john but please

try to feel happy cuz I feel bad

for u and I want u to be happy"

I was touched by Trent's concern, and I prayed for comfort, while vowing to myself that I'd try to be happy for the sake of my dear friend.

On March 8th, after 28 days, I finally saw Mafia online.

Gale: John?

Mafia: Yes?

Gale: I've missed you so much.

Mafia: So have I.

I tried to be cheerful and act like he had never gone.

Gale: So how's basketball going?

Mafia: Fine.

Gale: Will you be gone much longer?

Mafia: Idk.

Gale: Well how long must I wait?

Mafia: Idk...

Gale: John...

Gale: I've been absolutely miserable without you this whole month.

Mafia: Oh...

I blinked twice, incredulously staring at his blasé reply. ' "oh?" That's all he has to say?'

I felt my body shake as I wrote the next sentence:

Gale: Well...John, I mean, if you've been fine, then I guess you're done with me.

Mafia: No. I've been miserable too...

Mafia: But I've just been busy.

After 5 minutes of silence, he told me he had to go, and he left. I felt nothing but heartache and doubt when I saw his name turn from yellow to red. I felt weak. I felt like I lost. I felt played.

o.O.o

The next day I was able to talk to all three of the Mafia boys. First John, then Corey, and then Anthony. I was so happy talking to them! It felt like old times. They promised they would be on more often, and I was happy at that proposal. We said our goodbyes, John said 'I love you,' and now my story is coming to an end...

A/N:Sad, huh. lol Eh... Anyway, I hope you guys weren't expecting too happy an ending. And I suppose I could further this story, as the months go by, but I don't think it'd be interesting. But, tell me what you think. If I did continue, it'd be months maybe before I update...you know? Haha, well, review and I'll see.