Disclaimer: I don't own. Ya, I know, big surprise.
A/N: I know, I know, I know, I know. I was supposed to update my other story. I don't have any other excuse, except for school . . . but term's almost over, so the homework load is not quite as much . . . I'm half done with the next chapter now! Expect an update before next week! This time, I SWEAR! Because if I don't, my other Twilight-obsessed friend will probably not talk to me for a month . . . (C., you know who you are!)
You know how sometimes, words just come and come to your mind, and you feel like if you don't write it down, you'll explode from all the ideas cramming inside your head? Well, this was something of the sort . . . I might actually continue this one into a story . . .
He turned to face her, half a smile on his lips, and she felt her heart miss a beat. By now, she knew his features better than her own, and the strangely blank, nervous look in his deep green eyes was not normal. This is not good, this is not good . . .
Trying to shake off that feeling of cold fear, she quickly asked, "What did you want to talk about?"
Wrong question.
The smile that was even then barely noticeable slid off his features, as quickly as silk slides over glass, and her heart skipped again. Not good . . .
"Right," he murmured, his voice the sweet carol of a thousand melodies. "About that."
His breathtakingly beautiful emerald eyes left hers as his gaze fell to the ground. His broad shoulders tensed, his chest heaving as he sucked in a deep breath.
After what felt like a century, but in reality was probably only a few seconds, he moved his unwavering gaze back to her face.
"Crap," he muttered, seeing her wide eyes, huge with fear. "Well, just don't take this the wrong way, 'kay?"
She nodded, even though her cheeks were paler than snow and her hands were colder than ice. He took another deep breath.
"I – I don't know how to say this," he began hesitatingly. "I mean, I'll always love you as a friend . . . but the thing is . . . I – well, I don't know. I guess what I'm trying to say is . . . I don't love you the way a boy should love a girl."
Each word stabbed her heart like a dagger. She saw his lips move, his mouth shaping the words, but her brain couldn't seem to grasp the meaning of the sounds flowing from his throat.
"You're – you're breaking up with me?" Her voice was a barely audible whisper, but he hear her.
"I guess you could put it that way," he agreed. His face was the mask of calmness, but his eyes were uncomfortable and apologetic.
After that, everything became a blur in her memory. She had told him something along the lines of "It's okay", and he had driven her back home. They had exchanged a carefully polite goodbye at the door.
But it was only after she had closed the door, after she had watched him climb gracefully into his car through the peephole, after he had driven away and disappeared around the corner did the enormity of it sink in.
He didn't want her.
This one is really short . . . but it was bothering me . . .
I will update For All Eternity. Next week by the latest!
Adieu for now! (I know, that doesn't make any sense)
-Scribbles