A/N i'm sorry! but i had to have Plato's jerk side in here. And this couple has so many issues to start with :P enjoy! XD
"Get away from me! I don't want to hear any of your excuses! I'm done Plato!"
The last strains of music still echo in my ears and it only serves to heighten my temper further.
"Jem you know it didn't mean anything! There was nothing I could do! I was the chosen tom!"
"Yes Plato, I don't mind that you danced with her for the Mating Dance. What I care about is after, when you couldn't tear your eyes away from her; and Etcetera and Bomba, and you constantly laughing with Teazer! Did you even hear me when I sang at the ball? No because you left!" I turn again and try heading towards my den, planning to leave as soon as I can.
"Jem!" He grabs tight to my wrist spinning me back to face him. "Don't you dare walk away." The words sound threatening but his face is pleading, begging me to stay. I look down, unable to meet those ice blue eyes, ringed in black lashes. They're so much stranger now then when we met.
"Let go!" My voice breaks and from the corner of my eye I see a smile tug at the corners of his lips. He doesn't believe me. This infuriates me and I swing my other paw across his face, claws extended. I start crying as I see a small series of cuts begin to bleed, where I hit. It makes me feel guilty when I know it's not my fault. He's the one who should feel this pain. Instead it just hits me doubly hard right in the heart. It makes me sick, until I'm afraid I might collapse.
"Why! Why can't you love me, just me!" I scream at him, my high voice reaching a shattering decibel. I fall to my knees and shove him away as he tries to help me up again.
"Jem I-"
"Why won't you dance with me like you dance with them? Why can't you smile at me the same way you smile at them, Plato?"
He sits next to me refusing to meet my eyes. I watch him play absently with the end of his tail. He looks at me speaking gently.
"'Cause you're not them. You're you. You're better than the stupid little stuff…"
But that isn't the point, and his words sound rehearsed, hollow. The jealousy makes my lips quiver and my breath hitch though I try to control it.
"But that's what I miss; the little stuff. I want you to stand so close I can't tell where your tail ends and mine begins. I want you to listen to me when I talk even if you think it's stupid, I want you to want me. And I'm tired of being in a relationship that doesn't matter."
"Doesn't matter? Jem, you matter more to me than anything!" Plato stands now in indignation and I sigh, shoving myself up as well. I turn away from him.
"I want someone to say I matter more than everything. Bye Plato… I love you. I wish it was enough."