Chapter Three
I still get lost in your eyes
And it seems that I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light
But it's not right...
And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time
I want what's yours and I want what's mine
I want you...
-Michelle Branch, 'Goodbye to You'
Kit could have reached out and touched her.
His heart screamed at him to just take her in his arms, and everything would be over with.
She would love him again.
But instead, he watched her take another bite of her sandwich, and, with a laugh and a toss of her head, rejoin her other friends in a heated debate covering Orlando Bloom and which one of them he'd date.
Tears threatened to well up in his eyes as he gazed longingly at her, remembering the feel of his arms around her, hers around him, and her lips on his.
He remembered the way she had whispered 'I love you' in his ear after Prom Night; the content expression she always had in her eyes after he kissed her.
Kit forced himself to blink back the tears. Why is she acting like this… I'm so sick of it…
He had given up. Given up everything for her.
A tumult of emotion coursed through his body; a compounded ball of misery, anger, fear, contempt, and self-pity.
…I can't believe this… I thought I was being a good boyfriend to her. All I ever tried to do was make her happy…
This was exactly the thing the manual had warned them about.
Why hadn't he listened? Why…
He had turned to Tom and Carl for help. All they could offer was 'Be careful…'
Yeah, well, screw you too, Kit thought bitterly, boring a hole into the wall with his gaze.
All I ever tried to do…
Goddamn this… I want to let go so badly… but I can't. WHY? POWERS THAT BE, WHY CAN'T I FUCKING LET GO?
A wave of adrenaline swept through him, driven by sheer frustration. He resisted the urge to punch the desk he was sitting on, instead opting to abruptly stand and storm out of the room.
He knew Nita wouldn't notice. She was too busy having fun with her other, better friends.
As the bell for sixth period rang, Kit gritted his teeth and, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, stalked off to Economics.
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A/N: I apologize for the incredibly short chapters, however, it's all for a good reason. Thanks to all my reviewers… next chapter should be up relatively soon. Nooooo… but I have a Bio project. Promised up by end of this month. Hope to see you all later… please drop a review if you are reading this! They mean a lot to me as a writer.