Boys Don't Cry
(Author's Note: I just decided to do this story, out of sheer boredom. Let me know what you think!)
Chapter One
Marissa gulped down a clump that was settling in her throat, as her bottom lip trembled. She tried to keep the tears from flowing onto her cheeks, but it seemed useless. She was staring deep in front of her, as she tried to seek eventual consolation in Ryan's arm, against her shoulder. She shook her head, as she brushed his gentle arm away, with the tips of her fingers. She looked up at him, her big, beady eyes staring at him, sadness warping them, "I can't do this any more." She looked away, as she buried her head in her hands, trying to soothe her aching heart, "Ryan, we've done this once too many, and I don't think I can take it any more." She sniffled, as she tilted her head back, closing her eyes. Ryan wasn't saying anything, but his eyes expressed an entirely different story- he was hurt, and aching, and it killed Marissa to see him in so much pain, "Don't make this harder than it is…" Marissa sobbed, as she got up to leave, taking a final glance at Ryan's blank, and emotionless face, "Ryan," She started, as she went to give him a peck on the cheek, "I love you, but it shouldn't be this hard." She said, and with a final nod, she sprung toward the door. She didn't dare look back at Ryan, instead she ran over to the driveway, and quickly slammed the door to her car. She let out a final sob, before she turned the engine on, and pulled away from the Cohen residence.
Ryan collapsed onto his bed, his entire body giving away any sense of control. He wasn't ready to give Marissa up- he wasn't ready to let her move away to New York. He never considered it to be his fault in the entirety. He never realized that Marissa didn't want to be with him, rather her own family- and it pained him to know that she was able to give him up so easily, in spite of the battles he put up for her. Perhaps it was too much, but it simply was not enough to get Marissa to stay with him. When he suggested different escape routes, Marissa always backed down- he should have known something was up, he shouldn't have pushed her so hard, and he definitely shouldn't have pressured her so much into staying with him. It might have been his fault- it might have – but still, he could barely muster the confidence to think about the word, over.
He could not imagine the fact, that Marissa and Ryan, Ryan and Marissa, Harbour's most envied couple, was over. It was simply incomprehensible, how something so magical, so worthwhile, and so long-term, could be over with one simple command from Julie Cooper, Newport's worst decision maker. Ryan tried to grasp the concept- but no matter how hard he tried to believe it, his mind only made it seem like a vicious nightmare, gnawing away at one's most self-conscious worries.
Ryan felt his eyes stinging, with what seemed like tears, but he fought them successfully, breathing the words, "Boys don't cry" in between his excruciating pain. Usually, people don't feel the exact second their heart shatters into a million pieces, but for Ryan, it was quite on the contrary. He felt as though Marissa had ripped out his heart, and fed it to some wolves on the outskirts of town.
Ryan had to pull himself together; he simply had to. Never had he developed such love for a girl- never had he had his heart broken so inhumanely. The moving idea he could bear with, he would even try to cope with a long distance relationship, because he somehow knew that the spark he had with Marissa Cooper was everlasting. What he simply could not bear with, was that she was willing to simply break it off, like it was worth nothing. How was it 'too hard'? To Ryan, everything seemed to flow… everything was absolutely flawless in their relationships. Sure, they had a few ups and downs, but every couple had them- they were inevitable, and they built a stronger foundation for a relationship.
Ryan sat up, exhaling and inhaling deeply. Marissa was probably already half-way to the airport, and he wasn't planning on stopping her further. If she felt it necessary to practically cut a limb from his body, so be it. He felt a sort of sweltering anger burning inside of him- how could Marissa do that to him? He almost immediately figured that if that's the way she wanted things to be, then he himself would forget about her- or at least he would give it a decent try.
Marissa drove home, her eyes filled with incessant tears. She glanced in her front-view mirror, her face dripping with her mascara, and her cheeks swollen red of colour. She gazed at the sign posted in front of her house, that read "SOLD" in big, block red letters. Tears immediately ripped out of her eyes, once she read it uncomfortably. She quivered at the sight, as she jumped out of her car and ran toward her door, attempting to hide from the drilling rain, that was pounding rhythmically against the Newport surface. It seemed to have the sole intentions of burying the fruitful city, in a quilt of rain drops, and that was exactly what it was doing.
Marissa slammed the door, leaving everything that was powdering the air with worry, and trouble behind her. Julie Cooper appeared from behind the corner, giving Marissa a sympathetic glance, as she gazed at the luggage stacked at the front foyer on her way to give her daughter a deep hug, "Are you ready, Marissa?" She asked, as she pulled away, regretting the idea of moving silently, as she saw Marissa's face, torn with tears.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
