Part Two of a three-shot. I still blame R&B. I CAN FINALLY UPDATE SOMETHING! The site's not glitching for me anymore :3
Disclaimer-I don't Hetalia, but if I did...
The sound of glass breaking stops him.
He doesn't dare look back.
He can't look back because he knows what would be behind him if he does. He doesn't look back because he knows who would be behind him if he looks back; who used to be behind him.
Yesterday he fell in love.
He has to leave, he doesn't need to go but he wants to, or maybe he doesn't want to go but he needs to. He doesn't know the right answer to the nagging questions fresh in his mind.
He couldn't keep living that false reality, that dream that kept their rose-colored glasses on and their former happiness alive and breathing. The dream that felt so warm and real and true that it made him want to sleep forever and never wake up. Then why did he want to wake up?
Why did he leave?
"It's… over? W-why? Am I doing something…wrong? Am I not good enough?"
'More like I'm not good enough for you.'
These questions won't leave him alone, they haunt him still even after he called it quits. When his mind's at rest and idle, those thoughts echo hollowly, and it takes all his willpower for him to keep his composure. That day is etched into his head, vivid as a picture; the day that he'll never forget. The day that his eyes twinkled at the sight of him, his chest tingled at the sound of his name rolling off that tongue, when his lips smiled genuinely and his heart beat peacefully.
He had felt good for once in his miserable life.
Now that he sits and reflects on that day, those thoughts creep slowly towards the front of his mind. Those blue eyes, those endlessly deep sapphire eyes won't leave him alone; those eyes are what hurt him the most. When the words tumbled from his mouth, those eyes showed him everything going through his head. They flashed with confusion, reflected rejection, asked questions and glistened with unshed tears.
Yesterday he fell in love; today he can't figure out his emotions.
He doesn't know how to react towards this unfamiliar phase and he doesn't know who he can confide these strange feelings to. Soon, the questions are asked and the story is told over and over, details fresh as the day they occurred and the audience of souls seem to be in consensus:
"He likes you."
He wants to believe this, but the more he thinks about it, the more his heart sinks.
He nods his head, hearing the words but not really listening to them. He wants to believe them, wants to wrap his arms around them and clutch them close to his chest but his star-crossed heart denies his wishes. Of course he could like him, same as how a child likes vegetables, how all the other nations like England's food, but he knows he doesn't like him the way he likes him. He doesn't like him the way he wants him to like him.
Yesterday he fell in love; today he can't let go of him.
He ended it for a reason; a good reason. He ended it because….he didn't want to get hurt. They worked, they truly worked as a couple; their personalities complemented each other, their passion burned bright and sparked the intense flame that had drawn them to one another until they melded and realized that they were meant for each other. At the time it seemed like a good idea, cutting it short before they went in too deep and one of them got their feelings hurt. It was a good idea at the time, but he can't help the swelling ache in his heart at the thought of him.
It was a good idea…at the time.
He's not used to feeling so vulnerable and open.
He knew that it would be better if they just stayed friends and he should be happy, right? He predicted that it wouldn't happen and Karma came and confirmed his suspicions. If he's supposed to be basking in the greatness of singularity, why are there tears blurring his hazel gaze and corrupting his vision? Why are his emotions building up in his throat and keeping him silent?
The sound of glass breaking crushes his heart.
Yesterday he fell in love; today feels like his funeral.
AN: I can't wait until this is over...