I reached into the car and pulled out some extra chocolates that I had brought just in case. I stuffed them into my vest and happily went back inside. I haven't felt so alive in years. I knew the cause of this strange joy that sometimes made my demon want to vomit was Kya. I know she makes me happy. She even makes my subconscious purr like a fucking kitten. I headed back to the bar only to find that she wasn't there. I nodded to the bartender.
"Hey have you seen my girl?" I asked suddenly feeling queasy.
"The pretty one with the curly hair? Yea your buddy with the goggles dragged her out the back door. Better watch yourself, he might sweep her off her feet before you can blink." He warned and went back to cleaning the glass. That should have pissed me off; Matt isn't like that. No way, yet I couldn't quench the sickening feeling pooling in my stomach. For some unknown reason my gut told me to go around the side. I did; I went through the front and made me way around the building. I peered around the building where Matt and Kya stood, facing each other. I wanted to call out, to say something but my subconscious hissed at me to be quiet. I watched.
"What!" She hissed at him, obviously confused.
"Kya." Matt stuttered. "I-" He tried again. "Kya, I think I'm in love with you." He rushed forward, and to my astonishment, kissed her.
At that moment I felt my heart drop.
Kya stood there, motionless, she didn't respond to his kiss but didn't pull away either. He brought his hands up to gently cup her face. I took a stuttering breath. His eyes are closed; hers are open. I'm so confused and my heart is clenching painfully in my chest. He pulls away, still cupping her face. Astonishment is the only emotion that flickers across her face.
"What did I do wrong?" He asked, completely pulling away. What did he mean? Other than the fact that he kissed my girlfriend, admitted that he loved her, and didn't tell me about it? What's worse than that? I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to put a bullet in his legs. I wanted to chop off his body parts and ship them to different parts of the world. I wanted to make him peel out his own eyes from his sockets and then eat them. But I didn't do anything. I just stood there while pieces of my cold heart began to break. I'm weak for letting this bother me. I should have known she'd want him. Who wouldn't want him?
"What do you mean?" She asked quietly, confused. And her. Kya. I loved Matt but gods I couldn't live without Kya and she…. oh gods. I wanted to vomit. Matt sat down on the hood of a car and held his head in his hands shamefully.
"There should have been something, anything." He whispered to himself. "Why wasn't there?" He looked up at Kya.
"Kya do you love me?" His eyes frantically searching hers. O god. Did she? Did she love him? My heart pounded, o please, please say no Kya. Please I beg you, say no.
"Matt I-" No please Kya. I beg of you, with every ounce of my being say no.
"Say no." I whispered. "Please."
"Just answer the question Kya." Matt demanded.
"Matt." She whispered. "I do love you." My world crumbled and I stared at her through the darkness. She loves him. Him not me. My best friend. My ally. She loves him. I couldn't stay. I whipped around, trying furiously to not cry. I hadn't cried in years but the familiar sting pierced the corners of my eyes and I ran. I never cried. Not for anything, I was too strong for that but I realized something as I ran till my feet ached. She was my only weakness and she used it, this knowledge, to kill me.