Breaking a Promise Redo (
Chapter One: Flashback
Both of them were sent to me from above But I'm really not quite sure of which one to love. I think to myself, put your heart on a shelf, Remember how it broke before...
It was rainy. I remember. The song ""was playing. I was at the Fifth Grade Prom. I was sitting in one of those cheap cafeteria chairs on the outside of the dancing floor, watching all the other couples dancing, though many had chosen not to dance to the last song of the night. You were over with a few other boys, jabbering away, having so much fun, unlike me, all by my lonesome. So handsome, so popular. The eye candy for every girl. No way someone like you could ever be interested in me. Then...I saw a miracle, my greatest dream come true. You were coming to talk to me. No, you couldn't be. I was the loner, the outcast, and you were accepted by all. I was wrong. You were coming to talk to me. My face was a beet-red as you said my name. I was almost too embarrassed to look up at you. I felt like pinching myself when you asked me to dance, even though there was only about half of the song left. You took my hand before I could answer. We lit up the dance floor, and I never had so much fun, never been so happy. I never forgot those moments. Or afterward. From then on, everyone knew us as the cutest couple, the most popular of the crowd.. We had a blast. Until...
"Hilary, we have to talk." I could've sworn the sky hadn't been that dark ever before. We were alone, in the park. The wind blew through the green- turning-gold leaves, just before eighth grade would begin. It seemed a little...ominous. It was right.
"What is it?" I asked, soon to regret my curiosity. His face seemed to fall. How was I supposed to know that face was actually restraining a smile? I spoke his name, concerned, "Justin?"
"Hilary, I..." Tyrant. He paused, I'm almost sure he enjoyed every second of the suspense. "I really don't think we should...well, I think we need to end our relationship."
"Wha-Why?" I tried desperately to hold back the tears threatening to stream down my face. "I don't understand." Apparently I wasn't supposed to.
"You see, I'm not really sure I'm ready to love a girl quite yet. Ready to give her all my heart." I hid my face; I couldn't let him see how blotchy it had gotten. He still held back that stupid smile. "Don't get me wrong," he blurted, and I thought I heard a slight snicker. "I really did like your company, it's just that...well, I'm sure you understand." He put his hand on my shoulder, reluctantly. I could at least sense that. But I ignored it.
"Yeah." I lied. I didn't understand. All that we had done together, all that time spent...surely it wasn't just a ploy was it? I refused to look at him, and I left. He stood there, turned his back on me, and gazed at the river a little before he took his exit as well. I was convinced that this was just a stage, and that he'd come back to me soon. I knew just where to go to relieve my thoughts.
It took me five minutes to get there. The Back to Snacks Coffee Shop. Our favorite place to go, or it used to be. I sat at Justin's favorite table (it was mine too) and ordered my usual. I listened to all the couples around me, jealous. They loved each other, but who loved me? I sighed as I sipped my strawberry milkshake, frothing with whipped cream, and the cherry sat on top, untouched, waiting for Justin and I to share, as always. But there was no Justin there to split it with.
'He'll come back to me,' I kept thinking. 'He loves me.' I wasn't sure that was true though. Something in his voice, it was treacherous; he was hiding something, I knew it. But I wasn't exactly enthusiastic about confirming my suspicions.
"Come on, Mel." That voice. So familiar. It was...Justin? "I'll buy you another latte." I turned around. A few tables away, he was there. With the boys' favorite heartthrob: Melani. I didn't immediately notice my shake fall to the ground. I forgot about it completely.
She giggled, obviously jubilant that he had come for her and not for me. "Okay."
Something took control of me. I walked over, surprising my ex as I slapped him with all my might across the face. When I withdrew it, I saw that it had left a large, blistering red handprint on his cheek. I didn't regret it, even if I was a little stunned at what I had dared to do. I looked at Melani. "I hope you two are very happy together," I told her stiffly and hatefully. She told all her friends a false story about it later, but she had described that at least truthfully, saying I put the ice in malice.
I ran home and went to bed early that night. My parents weren't home, and it was dark. I clung desperately to my flower-shaped pillow, half-wishing that Justin had just told me the truth. The black of the night enveloped me, and I welcomed it. No longer was it a fearful intruder, but a friendly, concealing ally. No one could hurt me now. Not until morning, when the sun rose, chasing away the darkness. I wanted answers. Why had I not taken notice of all the signs that led up to this? The rumors, the mistrust, the sneakiness in his manner? It stung me to realize that I had never been loved in that aspect that I thought Justin has loved me in. Maybe I never would. I didn't care anymore. All I knew at that moment was that I never wanted to trust anyone that much ever again. I came to that conclusion, and made a vow, just before I closed me eyes and fell asleep. "I'll never fall in love again," I whispered, my words absorbed by no ears but my own.
Chapter One: Flashback
Both of them were sent to me from above But I'm really not quite sure of which one to love. I think to myself, put your heart on a shelf, Remember how it broke before...
It was rainy. I remember. The song ""was playing. I was at the Fifth Grade Prom. I was sitting in one of those cheap cafeteria chairs on the outside of the dancing floor, watching all the other couples dancing, though many had chosen not to dance to the last song of the night. You were over with a few other boys, jabbering away, having so much fun, unlike me, all by my lonesome. So handsome, so popular. The eye candy for every girl. No way someone like you could ever be interested in me. Then...I saw a miracle, my greatest dream come true. You were coming to talk to me. No, you couldn't be. I was the loner, the outcast, and you were accepted by all. I was wrong. You were coming to talk to me. My face was a beet-red as you said my name. I was almost too embarrassed to look up at you. I felt like pinching myself when you asked me to dance, even though there was only about half of the song left. You took my hand before I could answer. We lit up the dance floor, and I never had so much fun, never been so happy. I never forgot those moments. Or afterward. From then on, everyone knew us as the cutest couple, the most popular of the crowd.. We had a blast. Until...
"Hilary, we have to talk." I could've sworn the sky hadn't been that dark ever before. We were alone, in the park. The wind blew through the green- turning-gold leaves, just before eighth grade would begin. It seemed a little...ominous. It was right.
"What is it?" I asked, soon to regret my curiosity. His face seemed to fall. How was I supposed to know that face was actually restraining a smile? I spoke his name, concerned, "Justin?"
"Hilary, I..." Tyrant. He paused, I'm almost sure he enjoyed every second of the suspense. "I really don't think we should...well, I think we need to end our relationship."
"Wha-Why?" I tried desperately to hold back the tears threatening to stream down my face. "I don't understand." Apparently I wasn't supposed to.
"You see, I'm not really sure I'm ready to love a girl quite yet. Ready to give her all my heart." I hid my face; I couldn't let him see how blotchy it had gotten. He still held back that stupid smile. "Don't get me wrong," he blurted, and I thought I heard a slight snicker. "I really did like your company, it's just that...well, I'm sure you understand." He put his hand on my shoulder, reluctantly. I could at least sense that. But I ignored it.
"Yeah." I lied. I didn't understand. All that we had done together, all that time spent...surely it wasn't just a ploy was it? I refused to look at him, and I left. He stood there, turned his back on me, and gazed at the river a little before he took his exit as well. I was convinced that this was just a stage, and that he'd come back to me soon. I knew just where to go to relieve my thoughts.
It took me five minutes to get there. The Back to Snacks Coffee Shop. Our favorite place to go, or it used to be. I sat at Justin's favorite table (it was mine too) and ordered my usual. I listened to all the couples around me, jealous. They loved each other, but who loved me? I sighed as I sipped my strawberry milkshake, frothing with whipped cream, and the cherry sat on top, untouched, waiting for Justin and I to share, as always. But there was no Justin there to split it with.
'He'll come back to me,' I kept thinking. 'He loves me.' I wasn't sure that was true though. Something in his voice, it was treacherous; he was hiding something, I knew it. But I wasn't exactly enthusiastic about confirming my suspicions.
"Come on, Mel." That voice. So familiar. It was...Justin? "I'll buy you another latte." I turned around. A few tables away, he was there. With the boys' favorite heartthrob: Melani. I didn't immediately notice my shake fall to the ground. I forgot about it completely.
She giggled, obviously jubilant that he had come for her and not for me. "Okay."
Something took control of me. I walked over, surprising my ex as I slapped him with all my might across the face. When I withdrew it, I saw that it had left a large, blistering red handprint on his cheek. I didn't regret it, even if I was a little stunned at what I had dared to do. I looked at Melani. "I hope you two are very happy together," I told her stiffly and hatefully. She told all her friends a false story about it later, but she had described that at least truthfully, saying I put the ice in malice.
I ran home and went to bed early that night. My parents weren't home, and it was dark. I clung desperately to my flower-shaped pillow, half-wishing that Justin had just told me the truth. The black of the night enveloped me, and I welcomed it. No longer was it a fearful intruder, but a friendly, concealing ally. No one could hurt me now. Not until morning, when the sun rose, chasing away the darkness. I wanted answers. Why had I not taken notice of all the signs that led up to this? The rumors, the mistrust, the sneakiness in his manner? It stung me to realize that I had never been loved in that aspect that I thought Justin has loved me in. Maybe I never would. I didn't care anymore. All I knew at that moment was that I never wanted to trust anyone that much ever again. I came to that conclusion, and made a vow, just before I closed me eyes and fell asleep. "I'll never fall in love again," I whispered, my words absorbed by no ears but my own.