Title: I Know
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Just trying to vent my creativity…the key word here is TRYING, so please don't file any grievances.
Author's Comments: My first fic, so please read and review. I know it's been a long time since my last chapter, but you know how it is. I promise the next chapter won't take anywhere near as long to be posted.
Chapter 3
Lana picked up her telephone and dialed a number she suspects she's dialed too many times. The phone was on her nightstand, which was beside her bed, and beside her phone was a picture frame with Whitney's senior portrait. As soon as she picked up the phone she turned over the frame like she couldn't bear to look at him. The scene was somewhat ironic: she was asking him to come over so that she could be face-to-face with him and tell him the bad news, but at this very moment, she couldn't even look at his picture.
"Hello?" a voice said on the other end.
"Hey Whitney, it's me. Can you come over tonight, it's pretty important?" she said, trying to convey the seriousness of the matter.
"Yeah, sure, no problem. How about in an hour? I have some stuff to take care of at home."
"Alright" Lana said quickly and with a tinge of sadness. She didn't know what to say to him because what she was asking him to come over for was to break his heart. That's almost inhumane. How can one even try to mask such a sorrowful request with words of hope?
When the conversation ended, Lana frantically tried to think of what she could possibly say to him. It wasn't that Whitney wasn't a good guy or that they didn't have fun together, it was just that there was no future for the two because being "High School Sweethearts" wasn't necessarily being in love. This night was going to be the end of an emotionally draining period in Lana's life, a period inundated with a false sense of security that she had received from being with Whitney. Her life was no fairytale after all.
"Sometimes letting go is the only way to move forward," she murmured to herself.
An hour had never seemed so quick to Lana. It was like Whitney's knock on the door came mere seconds after hanging up the phone.
"Hey Whitney" Lana said as she answered the door. "I'm glad you could come over on such short notice because there's some things we need to talk about."
"What's the matter? Judging by the look on your face, it doesn't seem too good."
"Well, that depends on how you interpret everything I'm about to tell you, Whitney."
"Okay. On with it."
"Whitney, the last thing I want to do right now is hurt you. But after a lot of thinking, I think being with you any longer would end up hurting you more than if I was to end our relationship right now."
"What?! You're breaking up with me, Lana? I don't get it. Why? How?" Whitney said in disbelief. He could feel his heart breaking at that very moment.
"I know it's all very sudden, Whitney. But truth is, it's something I've been feeling for a very long time now. And I couldn't just stay with you if I couldn't be with you wholeheartedly."
For a moment, Lana felt like she was evil. How could any person with half a heart possibly think about breaking someone's heart in his or her time of need? She knew that what she was doing to Whitney was selfish, but for once in her life, she didn't mind finally asking for what she truly wanted.
"I'm so sorry, Whitney. The last thing I wanted to do right now is hurt you. Maybe some day you'll understand where I'm coming from."
Whitney could barely manage to breathe, let alone speak. He felt like he had no Adam's Apple and three nuts in his sac. (HAHAHA! I just had to lighten up the mood a little bit. Now on with the story…)
"I don't know what to say, Lana. I'm dumbfounded. I….I….I need to get out of here."
And with that, Whitney jumped into his truck and sped off.
"I'm so sorry, Whitney" Lana whispered to herself.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Just trying to vent my creativity…the key word here is TRYING, so please don't file any grievances.
Author's Comments: My first fic, so please read and review. I know it's been a long time since my last chapter, but you know how it is. I promise the next chapter won't take anywhere near as long to be posted.
Chapter 3
Lana picked up her telephone and dialed a number she suspects she's dialed too many times. The phone was on her nightstand, which was beside her bed, and beside her phone was a picture frame with Whitney's senior portrait. As soon as she picked up the phone she turned over the frame like she couldn't bear to look at him. The scene was somewhat ironic: she was asking him to come over so that she could be face-to-face with him and tell him the bad news, but at this very moment, she couldn't even look at his picture.
"Hello?" a voice said on the other end.
"Hey Whitney, it's me. Can you come over tonight, it's pretty important?" she said, trying to convey the seriousness of the matter.
"Yeah, sure, no problem. How about in an hour? I have some stuff to take care of at home."
"Alright" Lana said quickly and with a tinge of sadness. She didn't know what to say to him because what she was asking him to come over for was to break his heart. That's almost inhumane. How can one even try to mask such a sorrowful request with words of hope?
When the conversation ended, Lana frantically tried to think of what she could possibly say to him. It wasn't that Whitney wasn't a good guy or that they didn't have fun together, it was just that there was no future for the two because being "High School Sweethearts" wasn't necessarily being in love. This night was going to be the end of an emotionally draining period in Lana's life, a period inundated with a false sense of security that she had received from being with Whitney. Her life was no fairytale after all.
"Sometimes letting go is the only way to move forward," she murmured to herself.
An hour had never seemed so quick to Lana. It was like Whitney's knock on the door came mere seconds after hanging up the phone.
"Hey Whitney" Lana said as she answered the door. "I'm glad you could come over on such short notice because there's some things we need to talk about."
"What's the matter? Judging by the look on your face, it doesn't seem too good."
"Well, that depends on how you interpret everything I'm about to tell you, Whitney."
"Okay. On with it."
"Whitney, the last thing I want to do right now is hurt you. But after a lot of thinking, I think being with you any longer would end up hurting you more than if I was to end our relationship right now."
"What?! You're breaking up with me, Lana? I don't get it. Why? How?" Whitney said in disbelief. He could feel his heart breaking at that very moment.
"I know it's all very sudden, Whitney. But truth is, it's something I've been feeling for a very long time now. And I couldn't just stay with you if I couldn't be with you wholeheartedly."
For a moment, Lana felt like she was evil. How could any person with half a heart possibly think about breaking someone's heart in his or her time of need? She knew that what she was doing to Whitney was selfish, but for once in her life, she didn't mind finally asking for what she truly wanted.
"I'm so sorry, Whitney. The last thing I wanted to do right now is hurt you. Maybe some day you'll understand where I'm coming from."
Whitney could barely manage to breathe, let alone speak. He felt like he had no Adam's Apple and three nuts in his sac. (HAHAHA! I just had to lighten up the mood a little bit. Now on with the story…)
"I don't know what to say, Lana. I'm dumbfounded. I….I….I need to get out of here."
And with that, Whitney jumped into his truck and sped off.
"I'm so sorry, Whitney" Lana whispered to herself.