Least
Song: Almost Love by A Fine Frenzy
(A/N: Short...but I just discovered A Fine Frenzy. Love her now! And guess which fanfiction artist is going to the midnight release of the Hunger Games? I wish you all could come with me. We've got to do something for the 2013 release of the Max Ride movie. Isn't that when it's coming out?)
Nudge
I stumbled upon my own heartbreak. Iggy and Ella talking on the back porch, hushed whispers snapping my hopes for anything.
"Ella, I love you."
A kiss on her nose like a punch to my chest. I lean forward, and a board under my feet squeaks. Iggy turns. It's awful, seeing him, his face, and his everything. The face that I had hoped would love me once, just once. The lips I hoped would find their home on mine. The arms that held me so many times before. I never wanted his unhappiness. Hot shame rushed into my eyes. I fought back the tears, biting down on my lip hard. Defeatedly, my heart a mixture of pain and lonesomness stirring itself in me. The feelings I had long supress flowed profusely onto my paper that night, spilling words onto the paper with droplets of salt water smearing the ink. Swarms of emotion jumped in circles. What could I do to make him love me? What did I do? What didn't I do? Questions popped and formed quicker than my hopes had. Eight months of hoping, dreaming, wishing he'd take a single second look and see me for who I really was. That's all I asked. But sometimes, not even the easiest questions can be answered.
Least of all mine.