~They say that true love hurts; well this could almost kill me. Young love murdered this is what this must be. I would give it all to not be sleeping alone~
Heather lay face down on her bed. Headphones that had fallen from her ears played muffled by the pillow. A sliver of light from the full moon shone through her window and illuminated her raven hair. Her cheek glistened was small tears fell from her cheeks, wetting the small blanket she cuddles despite for his warmth. She groaned as she impatiently wiped her tears away. She was turning into the type of girl she hated, crying over every boy that left her life. But it was him after all. His face haunted her mind, his taste lingered on her tongue from the last time they kissed. Slowly she traced her hand up to her heart, feeling a slow lonely beat that made the room seem so empty. She whimpered, sounding a bit too despite for her tastes. He wouldn't leave her mind, and that scared her.
She burrowed her head into the blanket to muffle to groan she let out briefly. Her hands tensed pulling the blanket closer and she shut her eyes tightly, causing a strong wave of nostalgia."""Alejandro's green shimmering eyes pierced hers as his fingers intertwined perfectly with hers. "I love you, and I always will." He said pulling her closer""" Soon his face began to fade in her memory and the felt almost as if he was leaving her heart too. Heather flipped on her back fiercely, wiping away the tears that began to dry on her cheeks. "Calm down…" she kept repeating to herself, fighting the tears that so desperately wanted to fall. Why couldn't she move on? She had done it many times before. SHE was always the heartbreaker Maybe it was just HIM that made it hurt so much worse to let go. She sat up suddenly, pulling herself to stand, and wobbled roughly towards the door.
She took a small step, stumbling into the door. The pain felt good, it was NOTHING compared to what she put Alejandro through, but the light bleeding felt as if she had gotten her arm cut off along with the heart she wanted him to hold. Gently she pulled herself up with the doorknob, hoping her knees wouldn't give from under her. Her eyes, still full of tears, barely let her name out the foggy imaged in the hall as she walked slowly. She let her head hang lightly, so not too much hair covered her face. It was hard enough to see with her eyes tearing almost involuntarily. She felt so dead, wandering through her own house like a stranger. Unwelcome. His presence lingered, almost like an apparition. The house felt to empty and scary without him, and her petit hands felt to empty. Everything felt so…Incomplete.
Why did she give up the love of her life for some stupid money prize? She regretted every second. Her eyes glanced over at the clock over the stove. 4:15 A.m. She couldn't sleep; she couldn't remember the last night she did. Her hands shook as she reached for the front door, clicking the door open quickly, and escaping quietly out into the rain. His name replayed in her head many times as she began to walk out into the street, her feet plopping in cold puddles on her way. She tilted her head back and let the rain hit her eyes, washing away some of the tears. She loved the rain, more than anything. But all she could think about was him.
He had been out of the hospital for a few days now, and most of his hair had grown back. He was about an inch shy of his original godly locks. He had regained his flawless muscular body while his physical therapist trained him to work his boy with the new skin graphing. The only thing noticeably different was the slightly lighter patch of skin that scarred his face. Personally, she thought it fit his personality perfectly. It gave him less of an approachable look and more of an 'I'll fuck you up' sortof look. She had worked up the courage to go and visit him about a month ago, and she almost lost her lunch when she saw what SHE had caused. When he noticed who she actually was, his expression tensed almost to the point where she could swear he would like to watch her drop dead right in front of him.
She could barely get a word in before he ordered her to leave, using a tone that brought tears to her eyes, and she could have sworn her heart literally broke on the spot. The disgust in his eyes vowed hatred, but maybe she had seen a bit of betrayal in the hurtful glace he gave. The tone of voice he kept using scared her to the point where she wished she would drop dead right then. Her bare feet plopped against the wet pavement, she had no clue where she was headed, and honestly didn't care where she was anyway. The air was bitter, and the rain pelted against her face. Wet strands of hair began to fall in front of her face as she looked to her left. The Burromuerto house. She saw the faint light from one of the bedrooms turn brighter and 2 turn off. She shook her head and turned down another block and hesitated to take another step, admiring the sound the pounding rain hitting the trees and street. She loved the rain, and it makes her feel better, no matter how cold it was it helped. She tilted her head back for a quick second to pull the hair out of her face and then began to take a small step forward. Suddenly she felt two strong hands turn her around violently, almost making her fall to her knees.
"What are you doing here?" Alejandro screamed shaking her. She couldn't help herself as she shivered and let her head hang down. "Look at me! What the hell are you doing? It's below freezing and you're in a tank top and shorts?" he said taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her. Heather stood quietly as he spoke to her. Was he angry? She couldn't tell, she never could. He ran his fingers through his hair frustrated. "Do you want to die? You really need to think things through…" he said letting her shoulder go. "Maybe…" she said as she looked at him, showing the tears that began to drip down her face. His eyes widened as he saw her face become overwhelmed with tears. Heather could cry? It scared him to a point where his expression softened. She saw his expression and wiped her face impatiently, glaring at him as he grabbed her wrists. "Don't ever say that…" he said as his eyes became more visible in the moonlight.
'She is pathetic…' Alejandro thought to himself as he looked at the shivering girl in front of him. He suddenly pulled her into his chest to force a reaction from her, which worked, scaring her into his arms. His cheeks became hot, but he quickly shook his head and pushed her lightly forward. "GO home." He said trying to sound as instigating as he could. She just stood there, her body shook violently. "I want to know why first." She finally said, choking lightly of every word. All her heard was a pathetic plea from a pathetic girl who was taking a walk in the freezing rain. A breeze passed by, causing her to shake more and he began to hear her teeth chatter. 'She looks beautiful tonight.' He thought to himself as he admired her. "Just go, you're going to get sick!" he said trying to keep the anger in his voice. "Just tell me and I'll go." She said hesitantly moving forward. "Tell you what? How you betrayed me? How you almost killed me? There's nothing to explain. Go. Home." He said trying to look away from the sad eyes he kept loosing himself in. "Please explain it again…" she said desperately trying to savor the small amount of time she had with him. "I'm not going to let you stand here in the rain and freeze your ass off. Your house is pretty far… get going before you get to cold…" he said in a warning voice. She stood and looked at him, hoping for a reaction. Suddenly he rolled his eyes as she stood her ground, which pissed him off almost as much as she did in general. "You won't make it home by yourself…" he said as he sighed. She shuttered as he picked her up, cradling her in his arms lightly as he began to walk swiftly to his front door.