I am back!
Now, as some of you may know, I'm not the best at writing drama. This chapter is an attempt at writing drama on my part. Feel free to let me know what you think, and also to kill me in the comments because I'm about to throw a feels bomb. Cue my band director's evil laugh!
As she gives me that smile, I know the truth. Our relationship, her first and mine, too, can't go on. She's young, and so beautiful, and I'm not going to tie her to me. She deserves someone she can grow old with, not someone who's going to remain young while she gets older. It doesn't matter how much my heart is cracking at the thought of leaving her, or how she'll react. It's for her own good, and mine, too.
"Kid?"
Shit. She's giving me that look.
"Kid, what's wrong?" she asks, her eyes glimmering with worry. She has the uncanny ability to read me like she's Maka reading a book. "Don't lie to me; something's bothering you."
I bite my lip as I look at her. In the light of the late-afternoon sun, her hair appears silvery around the ends as the last of the summer breeze blows through it. Normally, I'd be having a fit due to the lack of symmetry, but something about her keeps me from going down that road. It's beautiful, almost like if it was an image of her singing voice.
Damn, what this girl does to me… but I have to do it now.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something," I tell her.
"What?" She tilts her head.
"I… I think… I think we should break up."
Her reaction is instantaneous. Shock.
"B-break up?! Why?!"
"I… I just don't think we're a good fit for each other is all. You're young. You'll find someone else."
"But I don't want someone else! I want you!"
"I'm sorry, Kristen. It's over. I'll drive you home, but that's it."
She's quiet. Her eyes are permanently aimed at the ground as she follows me to the car. The ride to her home is just as silent. Soul, Maka, and Blair aren't home, thank God, and she gets out and goes inside without a word. Not even a goodbye.
I did the right thing. I know I did. I've been thinking about this since we became a couple right after Valentine's Day. I can't hold her back when she's got her whole life ahead of her.
I mean, it's not like it was much of a romance anyway, right? The most we've done is a peck on the cheek, nothing more. No matter how I looked at it, I couldn't see much of a future for us. She might be heartbroken at first, but she's young, and she'll find someone else. I had to do it.
No matter how much it hurts.
I'm alone.
Good. Nobody can see Krissy Evans, Siren of Death, cry her eyes out.
How could he do that? We were happy! And what the hell was all that about me being 'young' and 'finding someone else'?! Did I do something wrong?!
I run upstairs to my room and slam my door shut, locking it behind me. I fall against it and let my tears do the same thing. I'm lucky I'm alone for the weekend, or Soul would be breaking down my door by now. Or, maybe not, since Maka has to have peace and quiet until the baby's born. Whatever. I don't care.
I've never been one for clichés, but for the first time, I want to be one. I stand up on shaky legs and put on some pajama bottoms and a T-shirt, one of Kid's, I realize in sadness. I throw on a robe and my fluffy bunny slippers and head downstairs, where I raid the kitchen for comfort food before going back upstairs and turning on the song 'Stitches'.
I thought that I'd been hurt before…
All night, I listen to breakup songs and eat junk food, only leaving the safety of my room to get more. The next morning, I wake up to someone ringing the doorbell. I ignore it, hoping they'll get the message and go away.
Instead, my phone buzzes. It's a text from Liz.
I know you're home, so open up.
Not feeling up to it right now; sorry.
Liz sighed in frustration as she read Kristen's response. She checked under the turtle planter on the porch and got out the spare key. Unlocking the door, she went inside to find the kitchen cleared of any and all junk food. Since Maka and Soul were spending the weekend with Spirit and Kami, there was only one person who could've eaten it all.
The blonde jogged up the stairs and over to Kristen's room, where she could hear 'Titanium' playing through the door. She picked the lock and threw the door open to find Kristen sitting on her bed in pajama pants, an oversize shirt, and a robe, eyes red and puffy from crying, empty junk food containers lying on the floor nearby.
"Oh, Krissy," Liz soothed, sitting next to her and stroking her hair. "What happened?"
"Ask your Meister, the jackass!" the Siren of Death spat with a sniff. "It's his fault I'm like this!" Liz narrowed her eyes.
"What did he do to you?"
"He-he dumped me! For no apparent reason!"
Liz let out a low growl of frustration.
Kid, you better pray I get this resolved before Soul, Blair, Maka, or Patti find out, or you're dead meat…
It's so peaceful out here, away from the hustle and bustle of Death City.
Granted, I'm only out here to forget about Kristen…
Still, I… I don't regret… I don't regret it.
Who cares that I'll never know what her lips taste like? Who cares that I'll never wake up in the morning to find her next to me? Who cares that I'll never get to dance with her?
Or see her walk down the aisle?
Or… hear her say she loves me ever again?
Or… hear her voice at all…?
I may have fucked up… just a little…
Before I can wallow deeper in self-pity, Liz is standing over me and she's pissed.
"Hello, Elizabeth," I greet her.
"Don't you fucking 'hello, Elizabeth' me!" she snaps, grabbing the front of my shirt and yanking me up to her face. "Do you have any idea how pissed I am right now?!"
"I'm not in the mood for your economic—"
"Who said anything about money?! I'm talking about Kristen!"
"Oh." I should've known. "She's better off without me."
"Tell that to the mountains of junk food containers, tissues, and whiny break-up songs that are in her room right now!"
"She's young! She'll find someone else!" Liz sighs and sets me down before sitting next to me and staring at the grass.
"Kid, she loves you. She's not going to get over you that easily, and you hurt her."
"…I'm hurting too."
Liz snaps her head up, her anger blazing anew.
"Bullshit! You just dumped her like she was asymmetrical garbage!"
"Because it's what's best for her! And for me! Think about it, Liz! About what would happen if Kristen and I worked out?"
She gives me a look that asks for an explanation.
"If she and I… worked out… we'd eventually get married. We'd be happy, maybe have a couple of children, but then Kristen would start getting older more quickly than me. She's human and I'm a Reaper. I'm immortal and she's not. She'd keep getting older and older until she eventually died and I have to collect her soul. It would hurt, Liz, and I didn't want to face that future, so I ended things."
"You idiot. You're just being a selfish coward. You're thinking about how that future would feel for you, and yeah, in that way, it's painful. But for Kristen? That's an ideal future, a perfect future with you. You were only thinking about your own selfish ass and not her."
Liz's words sink in and I realize she's right. I was only thinking of the heartbreak that lay decades down the road, and not the girl here and now who loves me.
Or, I hope she still does.
Because I sure as hell love her.
Yeah, no, Kid. Not letting you off the hook that easily.
Kid: Kaitlynn! How could you?!
Katie: Drama, honey, drama. This chapter was the setup, and I may have tossed in a reference to Undertale somewhere. Also, I have revealed Kristen's nickname: Siren of Death! Get it? Because she sings? And she seduced the son of Death...?
Soul: *cracks knuckles* You mind tellin' me when I get to pound his face in?
Katie: Calm thyself, elder Evans. This chapter is part one of the "Kid and Kristen Break Up" trilogy. And no, it doesn't end with them sleeping together.
Kid: Thank God…
Maka: I thought Kristen would be here.
Katie: She's upstairs, crying still. She'll be up by Spirit and Kami's wedding next time.
Maka: And my baby?
Katie: Will be born after Kid and Kristen's trilogy. So long and thanks for all the fish!