Well, not many people responded to my last chapter, but one person really liked it (thanx, btw). Well, here's the next chapter, since you demanded it. Pleeease review!
Three days ago…
It was dark outside the restaurant that night. The casually dressed redhead was laughing joyfully, talking to the stunning blonde on his arm. To the casual observer, they looked like the perfect couple: Young, beautiful, and in love.
But there was something wrong. The girl's smile didn't quite reach her eyes, and her laughter seemed forced.
Her boyfriend noticed her discomfort.
"Elena, what's wrong?" he asked, suddenly concerned.
She sighed, giving up her happy façade.
"Oh, Reno, I-I don't know how to say this, but, well…" She sighed again.
"Reno, I can't see you anymore."
The young Turk looked like he had been slapped.
"Wh-what?"
"Reno, please! This is hard enough as it is!" Elena pleaded.
His face was pale and drawn. He looked like he was about to cry, but then his mouth hardened into a thin, angry line.
"It's Tseng, isn't it?"
Elena's face distorted in wretchedness. "Reno, that's not it at all!"
"You love him more than me. I know you do!"
"Reno, please, that's not true!"
"It was just a prank, wasn't it? Did he bet you that you couldn't make me fall in love, Elena? Was that the idea?" he yelled.
"Reno, NO! I don't-"
"Well, you've won your bet, haven't you?" Reno spat bitterly. "I hope you and your…boyfriend are happy now!"
And with that, he stomped away, ignoring Elena's pleas for him to return.
Tseng was still alone with Reno. Looking down at his co-worker, he sighed despondently.
"Why did you do it, Reno?" he whispered, more to himself than to the other man. "Why did you even ask her out in the first place? Why did you make me hate you?"
He continued, his eyes beginning to fill with tears. "Why did she break up with you? Why that night, of all nights?"
He shook his head. "I didn't know, Reno. I didn't want to hurt you more. I wanted her all to myself. I wanted her to be mine, and no one else's."
He felt the hot tears drip down his cheeks, onto his black suit.
"Why did you do it? Why would you want to kill yourself?
"Why did you try to commit suicide?"