"Don't give up on me yet."

Then when? When could she finally give up? It was exhausting trying to keep whatever they had between them going. Some days, she just wanted to tear her hair out and scream until she blacked out. Some days, she just wanted to sulk in bed and cry. Some days, she had all the energy in the world to keep trying. Most days, she just didn't feel anything anymore. How long did he expect her to stay on the sideline, doing work that was meant for two?

She use to believe that with passion and perseverance, anything could be fixed, any obstacle could be overcome. She scoffed, she use to believe in magical fairy's and unicorn's too.

How did it come to this? How did it happen? When did it start?

Warmth, she was suppose to feel warm, wrapped up in his arms. Her body was suppose to tingle, and her lips were always suppose to be lifted in a smile, pressed up against him so closely. That was how it use to be, but she didn't feel anything anymore.

She turned in his arms, gazing up at his sleeping face. He was so at peace in his sleep, so delicate and content. Lightly, she brushed a fallen silver strand away before running a slender finger down his strong jaw. Don't give up on me yet.

Their first encounter wasn't anything special. There were no major sparks that flew, no uncontrollable desires, and it wasn't love at first sight. She was simply walking down the street one sunny day, on her way home from school, and that was when he approached her. He smiled, his cheeks slightly colored, and asked for her number. That was how it all started.

They were young, he was a few months older, and he attended the highschool across the street from her own. She didn't have much contact with the opposite sex, sheltered by her small family and going to an all girl's school, so she couldn't help but be flattered to have such a cute boy interested in getting to know her. They started texting short messages about their days back and forth, sometimes he would even wait for her after school and walk her home. They made small talk, talking about things like the weather and grades. They carried on that way for awhile, until finally, they had their first real date. It was simple, he brought her flowers, and they had a tiny picnic at the park with ramen noodles and chocolate chip cookies. Later on as their relationship continued, she even convinced her family to let her transfer out of the all girl's school and into his highschool.

She smiled, still reminiscing. Thing use to be so simple.

They were a happy teenage couple, Everything was so simple and sweet, some may even say boring, but still sweet nonetheless. Somewhere in their relationship, they realized that they were in love. Their first time exchanging i-love-you's wasn't a scene out of a movie, it was as simple and sweet as everything else in their relationship. He walked her home from school, she leaned up to kiss his lips lightly, and they ended up saying it as they said their usual goodbye's.

They hadn't even noticed that it went from the typical, "bye" to a "bye, love you."

Only when she closed the door and walked up the stairs to her room did she realized what just happened. After that day, they openly said i-love-you's to eachother casually.

It wasn't until their college days that things slowly stopped being so simple. College was when they're relationship grew more complicated, and this was where they were at now.

He joined a popular fraternity, became bestfriend's with one of the campus playboy's named Miroku, and became a major part of the college's social scene. She preferred the simple route. She had a small circle of close friends, didn't join any sorority's, and preferred to spend her free time indoors rather than going to college parties. She missed him, she missed having him all to herself, and she missed his former simplicity.

She knew that with his sudden wild streak that he probably bedded his share of women during their relationship. She realized that the cute, bashful teenage boy she first met became a confident (some may even say cocky) smooth talker. She hated it.

But despite all that, she couldn't bear to leave him. When he did find time in his busy schedule of attending classes and partying it up to spend time with her, he made sure to devote himself to her completely during that short amount of time. She knew he still cared, knew that she would always be special to him, and that gave her hope. She kept trying.

As their third year of college approached, it seemed his habits worsened. The little time they already spent decreased even more, and suddenly, she didn't feel so special to him anymore. There was no official break up between them, but with how things were going, it already felt like their relationship died.

Don't give up on me yet.

Everytime she was ready to call it quits, he would swoop down and blind her again with an endless amount of apologies and promises. Of course, she always welcomed him, always accepted anything that he offered. She wanted to believe that she could keep trying.

"G'mornin'."

She smiled at the sound of his scratchy voice.

"I love waking up next to you as much as I love you."

She didn't respond.

"Breakfast?"

She nodded with a sigh. He dropped his head to place a chaste kiss on her temple before slipping out of the bed and making his way out to the kitchen.

For now, he was all hers, but she knew better. She knew not to get her hopes up again, because as soon as winter break was over and they headed back to the campus, their cycle would continue.

Don't give up on me yet.

And she knew that no matter how fed up she got, how tired she grew, she could never give him up.


A/N: This was random. I felt like writing a little drabble this morning, although I probably should be doing my school project's instead. But hey, 4-DAY WEEKEND! WOOOOT! (X