So why are you running away?
Why are you running away?
Once again, Peyton followed his gaze as her stomach turned to knots. This time the knots were not a good thing.
"Luke.." she said softly trying to form the words to make him understand. Words were failing her, and she watched helplessly as he continued to back away from her untill he hit the wall.
The drawing made him remember why he'd come in the first place. For answers. He had so many questions that he needed answers, but was now not sure if he could form the words on his lips. Neither of them had spoken about that day since it happened. He'd almost questioned if it really happened. Almost. He'd almost convinced himself it was a dream. It would have been so much easier if it was a dream. But it wasn't. She'd drew it. The last time the two were truly happy together before Brooke called. Had she loved him all along?
"Wh... Why Peyton?" he asked as his eyes filled with tears, despite his best effort to keep them below the surface. This was even more painful that he'd expected. He wasn't sure he could face all the feelings he'd felt last year as well as last summer. He'd fallen in love with her twice, and was rejected twice. He'd buried all of those feelings the day Brooke showed up, and had promised himself that he wouldn't let them resurface. But she'd confessed to Brooke. She said that she loved him. She sacrificed her friendship with Brooke for those feelings. He couldn't just ignore them, even if she could.
Peyton's heart broke as his voice cracked with the most simple and hardest question she'd ever been asked. Truthfully, there were a million answers she could give him. But none of them would give him the answer she knew he wanted. She knew she'd hurt him. Even though he'd spent a lot of time with Brooke this year, he was also hesitant to spend time with her unless she needed him. She knew he'd drop any and every thing to try to save her. He always had. That's what hurt her the most. He deserved so much more than what she could ever give him. Her fear and insecurities had caused him so much pain. She wanted him to be happy so badly.
'Cause I did enough to show you that I
Was willing to give and sacrifice
"Is it true?" he asked after silence consumed the room, with the exception of an occasional tear hitting the hardwood floors from both of the blondes.
Her heart seemed to stop as the question hit the air. This was it. Nothing else mattered in the end except for the question. Either answer she gave, this conversation was not going to end well. Either answer could make or break their relationship, or whatever was left of it. She thought momentarily of playing dumb about what he was talking about, but she decided against it. The last thing she needed to do was make him angry,
This was the conversation she'd been trying to avoid for the last three months. Even though she'd given him a million reasons for him to belive it wasn't true, she always thought that deep down he knew the answer. Maybe he did, maybe he just needed confirmation. The same confirmation she'd been craving for longer than she cared to acknowledge.
She couldn't help but wonder when Brooke told him. She was slightly surprised that Brooke told him at all. How long had he been waning to ask that question.
She wasn't sure which answer would be worse. If Brooke told him, she obviously trusts him enough to not think that anything would happen. If she says no, then she would be lying, and he would probably see right through it. She never could lie to him. If she said yes, she wasn't sure she could stop herself from pinning him to the wall that he was already leaning against, and attacking his lips with her own. There were so many things she wanted to say to him, but she couldn't find the right words to say any of them.