Silent Promise

Author: Me!

Rating: PG, nothing evil.

Disclaimer: Ooo, I so hate this part. Basically, I don't own it, and unless I stumble across a brain and a load of money, I never will. So if anyones got a brain going spare, I'll take it.

Summary: Someone's thoughts. You decide who, you decide where, and when.

R.O.T.A: (look at Conclusions chappie 6 for an explanation, reach it through my profile and read my other stories while you're there) Ok, I've discovered I love writing in 2nd person, and I needed to write because I scared the shit outta myself by losing my temper. Eveyone knows I lose my temper; my only worry is that one day I'm gonna lash out and I'm gonna make contact, worse than before. Anyway, I needed to write, and this is what I got. Mega short, I know, but I might flesh it out later, when I have time. No promises. So here it is. Hope you like.

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We can't stay here forever.

That's what he tells you. But he doesn't understand. He doesn't know what you know. He doesn't get it. And maybe he never will, unless you tell him. But how can you? How can you when it hurts to look at the pictures? To think of the people, of everyone you've lost. Of everyone you knew.

There's no point trying to explain. He tries to make you open up, but has he ever tried? Has he ever told you about pain? Has he ever felt pain? No. He wouldn't tell you either.

Why does he keep pushing you, telling you you have to leave. Why can't you stay? He never tells you why you have to leave, you just do. Never stay there too long. They might find you. They might discover your secret. They might discover that really you're not strong, you don't want to hold your head high, you don't want to shut everyone out. Really you want to be held, you want to be told its alright, you want to cry. But then, he doesn't know that either, yet.

He shoots you that look, asking what's on your mind. You look away; not tonight. Not now, not here. Not ever. You'll let him in one day, your silent promise.

You walk away.

Like last time. Like every time.

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R.O.T.A: And that, my friends, was it. You review and tell me who you think it is, and I might tell you. Also, please, please, PLEASE go review my other short stories, cuz no ones reviewed them. Thanks.