Disclaimer: I own nothing because if I did Beka and Rhade would have gotten together, Gaharis would be alive, Wesley wouldn't have been a jackass, and Will would not have married. Oh, and I don't own "Austin" either. Blake Shelton does.
Summary: He still loves her and she loves him. No names so let me know who you think it is. If reviews are good there may be a sequel.
I Still Love You
He watched her fight. Watched her turn everyone away. She wouldn't let him in. She was scared he could tell. No one could get close. She didn't want to get hurt. He longed to tell her how he felt but she would never let him. She'd lost too much, way too much. If she would just give him five minutes he could change her mind. He loved her more then he'd ever loved anyone. She just needed time.
At least that's what he hoped.
He did it; he told her how he felt. They'd been alone in the gym. She'd just stared at him as of he were speaking another language. She didn't say anything but the silence said it all. She didn't care about him. She could care less what he thought or felt. He turned and left before she could say anything. That look said it all.
She punched the wall in anger. He'd finally said what she always wanted, no, needed to hear and all she could do was stare at him as if her were out of his mind. She needed him more then she'd ever needed anyone. Now he'd probably never speak to her again. She'd dreamed of him saying that. Then when he did she acted like she thought he was crazy. Would he give her a second chance? Had she pushed him too far away for them?
She wandered the corridor thinking. Would he believe her if she said how she felt? Would he push her away? Did he really care about here or would he leave the first chance he got? Was he like the others? Did he really care for her or just want one thing? Had it been too long? Was there a chance? Would he stay? Could she talk to him now? She went to find him. She had to know.
He wrapped his arms around her. Reassuring her that he would never leave. Trying to tell her how much he loved her. She'd come to him almost crying and saying that she did love him. He held her not caring about anything else. She was finally his. She wasn't pushing him away. She wasn't fighting him. She needed him. She loved him.
I PICKED YOU OUT OF A CROWD AND TALKED TO YOU.
That last quote in bold is from "Lover I Don't Have to Love" by Bright Eyes and has nothing to do with this story. I mainly like country but a friend is trying to get me to listen the heavy metal which I don't mind that much since she's trying to hook me up with the lead singer of this heavy metal band.
Anyway review and let me know who you think this is about. I have about three parings in mind so I might make this the prequel to another story. This is the one time I don't have to hurry up because I'm in computer and done with everything. Now if the stupid freshmen behind me found shut the $&#& up about my backround I'll be happy (It's Dylan by the way).
For "Jenny," "Our Place," and "Family and Friends" I'm having this problem called writer's block so I may not be able to update for a while.