(((I saw Paris In Flames)))

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They stood in silence for what seemed forever till Erica just burst.
"You think I'm that stupid" she asked.
"Do you want me to answer that?" He sneered.
"There was a reason for asking." She retorted
He said nothing. So she kept on."I wouldn't kill myself, not even for you, and/or the thought of you, could make me do so. I can't kill myself for someone who couldn't return feelings. It would be different if the other person felt the same way towards you. But you don't, and I can't say I blame you for walking away. I can only thank you for making me stronger, and a teacher told me, those who have it easy, are only weak and we are the strong ones. Us who have been through hell, even at my age, are the one's who are going to make it. So yes, you made me miserable and unhappy, but in the end I'm better for it. So thank you and I hope you live a happy and sarcastic life. After this…I don't know where we'll stand, and if it's not in line or on the same side, then good riddance."

It took a moment to take in everything before realizing how smart she had become. She had always been clever, never good with mathematics, always had a way with words, and her language has obviously cleaned up a bit.
"In contradiction to what you may think or know about me, I did and do think about you. You are an enigma to me. I want nothing more than for you to be happy and away from me. I don't want you with me. You're Seventeen and young and you don't know what you want, and I don't want to tie you down at this age. If this, us, were to happen in years to come, you'd realize the mistake you made by tagging yourself to me and it would mean more to me for you to be happy and right now you may think I make you happy, But it's only obvious I don't. And I do not take offense to this, I'm just happy to know you're alive and well."

"I'm eighteen and in my mind I'm older than that and you should know. You do know, I don't want the weight of this decision on me. I.." She paused. This was getting awkward. " I love you. And I probably always will, and it really isn't something I can help. I've tried to date around, I've tried everything to get my mind off you. And I can't, and it kills me."

((Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person
and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
You let this one person come down in the most perfect moment.
And it breaks my heart to know the only reason you are here now is
A reminder of what I'll never have
I'll never have...
Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in.
Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in.
I cherish you…-FATA))

"There has to be someone who understands you more than I" He said looking so far into her eyes, she almost started crying.
"There isn't."
"I find that hard to believe"
"As you do a lot of things." She looked down at her feet.

"Are we suppose to be progressing, or is this a ramble" He asked impatiently
"I got things out I've been holding in for months, Just glad I got the chance to say them. Glad to see you are doing OK as well."
He gave a crooked smile and nodded.
He wasn't ready for the embrace that overtook his chest.
He had almost forgotten how short she was. Five foot one, while he was rather tall, her head only reaching his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her. She began to sob into his robes and whatever she had been holding in for the past four months came out. Soaking his robes, as they stood in the street holding each other tightly.