Ok, I know I totally deserve whatever rocks etc you throw at me. I know, I know, I know. And I know it's no excuse to say that I've been busy with school, the truth is I've been doing so much writing for my classes that I don't feel to write more…so sorry! Christmas hols are here, though, so I'll be updating more :] and I'll also pre-write chapters so I can still update regularly even if I'm not writing :p


-The Fall-

Don't tell me you'll write me, don't tell me you'll call

Just tell me you'll see me in the fall

-'The Fall', Brendan James


I looked around the crowd, searching for a pair of familiar grey-green eyes, golden skin and tousled, black hair. My heart fell with each person that passed me, though I shouldn't have been surprised. It was a quick promise, a promise that realistically couldn't be kept.

Yet, I still found myself here, on the corner where we met three months ago, freezing and blowing air into my hands in an attempt to warm them.

What kind of idiocy did I allow myself to fall into? We were together for two weeks, two blissfully happy weeks when I never felt so alive, and I made him promise before he left that he would meet me here. I looked around again, but was disappointed again. I sighed and shoved my hands deep into my brown coat, burying my face into the cream scarf I had around my neck. I'll wait two more minutes and then I'll leave.

We promised to not get attached to each other. We knew it was temporary; he was there for a vacation and was going to leave eventually, and I was working under one of the top designers of New York. He couldn't stay with me and neither could I leave with him. We knew, yet that didn't stop us from falling for each other. The two weeks we had together were the best weeks of my life, filled with cheesy romantic moments, laughs and a feeling in my chest that if I was more happy, I will burst. The last day he had here we spent it in bed, just talking and trying to get as much of the other before the inevitable departure. We promised to meet again in the fall. We promised not to contact each other during this time. We promised many things that, with hindsight, I know impossible. Long distance relationships don't work. We can pretend that they do, and that's what I've been doing: pretending. He wasn't going to come.

I looked down at my watch and noticed that my allotted two minutes were up. Glancing around again, I reluctantly shoved my hands in my pockets and turned slowly. I know that there was a Starbucks at the end of the block, and I desperately needed a hot chocolate. I refused to let myself think about his eyes, his hands, his smile…

A hand on my shoulder had me whipping around, a quick retort on my tongue for the person who dared touch me, but my voice died in my throat as my eyes locked with a pair of eyes that were burned into my memory. They shone with his smile, and my answering smile was just as huge.

"You came." I whispered.

"You waited." He countered, then his lips were on mine, hungry and demanding and I smiled against his mouth before succumbing to his touch.


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