A/N: Hi! This took forever but I got it done. There is only one or two more chapters comeing. Thanks to Otritzi and Seto's princess of the nile.
This is bad. I walked quickly towards the gates of the school. Curfew was in about 10 minutes so the gates would be closed soon. I slipped out and braced my back against the iron of the fence. I tried my best to calm down. He has to have some reason for being here right? Why else would him come, scare me to death, and then demand a face-to-face meeting.
"It's a lovely evening isn't it?" a cool smooth voice asked from somewhere at my right.
"What do you want?" I turned to face the voice, Chrishton's voice. He was just as handsome as ever. His dark black hair a total contrast to his light yellow eyes. He stood with an easy posture, his hands in his pocket, eyes on the sky, voice light. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I want my brother back."
"That can't happen Chrishton."
"I know, but maybe, just maybe, there's something I can do." I shrived. This was the time that I knew I should run, but I didn't. He pushed himself off of the fence and stood in front of me. I could see the hate and the pain in his eyes.
"Why couldn't you just stay away from him? Whey couldn't you just leave our family alone? My brother is dead because of you! Dead!"
"Chrishton…" I whispered.
"No! Don't! There's nothing you can say!"
"It wasn't my fault!" Tears were building up in my eyes, but I refused to cry. Not here. Not in front of him.
"You think that I wished he was dead? My God, I loved him for crying out loud! I didn't kill him Chrishton, if there was anyway I could change what happened, I would make sure I was the one that fell that day. Not him, me." Chrishton's eyes softened for a moment, but then hardened.
"You say that now, but you didn't say anything that night."
"Chrishton I-" I stopped and turned away from him. There was nothing I could say to make his pain go away. Even if there was I don't think he would. Chrishton sighed.
"I would be different," he said quietly, "A lot different."
"What would be different," I said turning back to face him.
"It would be different if I could hate you." I looked at him, confused.
"What?" He looked up at the sky.
"Andrew told me to never hate someone for something they couldn't control. I just-" He stopped abruptly and looked me in the eye, "I can't hate you." I looked him in the eye.
"After everything you've done. Everything I've given up, just to get away from you. You expect me to just say everything's ok? Well, it's not. Not by a long shot."
"I know, but I was hoping that maybe, somewhere in your heart you could forgive me." I looked up at the moon. The problem was I thought that I could.