Last Goodbye
A/N: I have no idea where this came from. Just a short, sad, little breakup. Nothing too special, I just needed to write something. Reviews are welcome as always.
"There can't be anymore sad goodbyes," she says softly, staring into the darkness. The air outside is icy and unforgiving, and she's clutching onto his jacket like a lifeline. Stars are scattered above her, but they bring no light into her world.
"Goodbyes are always sad," he replies, a slight smile playing at his lips.
"You know, this really isn't all that amusing," she says, a touch of annoyance in her voice. She can see his smile from the corner of her eye.
"What do you want me to do?" he asks, hands in the air.
She knows he is giving up.
She shrugs. "I want you to tell me you love me and that you want to be with me." Her voice is hollow, but inside she's all Jell-o.
"You'll always be my girl," he answers hesitantly. "Just…" he stops himself.
She can't look at him. She can't do anything. Her heart is shattering into a billion pieces in this very moment.
"I've never asked much from you," she tells him, tears welling up in her eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?"
He places a hand on her arm, but she pulls away.
"Don't."
"What do you want me to say? Feelings change, Hazel. It's not that I never cared for you. Don't ever think that," he says, attempting to make her feel better.
She's sobbing silently now. She buries her face in his jacket, inhaling the material. Inhaling him. "I don't want to lose you," she cries. She wishes she could be stronger. She wishes she weren't in love with him. It would be so much easier that way.
"We're never going to lose each other, Hazel. I'll always be here for you," he offers helplessly. He hates seeing her so upset, but there was no use in lying to her anymore.
She's tired of sitting on this park bench. Her butt hurts, it's cold outside, and she just wants to go home and pretend like this never happened. Instead, she's sitting here, weak and lonely.
"So, are we breaking up?" she says lamely, through salty tears.
He's silent.
"Jimmy, answer me!" she exclaims, anger overcoming her. "Just answer me, damn it."
She knows he's the one in control, and she hates that feeling. She doesn't want to be inferior to him just because she loves him and he can't return the feelings anymore.
"I guess so," he says sullenly, and fresh tears fall down her face.
"I hate this," she tells him. Her voice isn't whining or angry; it's calm and simple.
"I hate this, too, believe me."
She shakes her head, covering her face with her hand. What does he care? He isn't the one who's suffering.
"Hazel, stop crying," he says, pleadingly. "I don't want you to be upset…"
"Can you blame me?" she sniffs.
"We were on the rocks anyway. Did you really expect us to last much longer?" he asks, and she knows he's right. Over the past couple of weeks, things had been very far from perfect. The yelling, the tears, the anger. It was all there. It was all the signs that led to a breakup. She was living in a fantasy world during that time, pretending that everything would work out. She knew deep inside, though, that all hope was lost.
"I don't want to lose you," she says for the second time. "I'll miss you, Jimmy."
"I'll miss you, too, Hazel," he returns, wrapping his arms around her.
She holds onto him for a long time. Because she knows once she lets go, he's gone forever.