As soon as he lets go, she whimpers, closing her eyes, trying to fight away tears. Curse her for showing weakness. Curse her for letting her walls come down. And curse him, for being the one who so easily knocked them down, for being the one she
loved.“Nothing. I have done nothing for you.” She whispers. When his words soften, hers harden. Shaking hands clench, and her forehead pushes against the floor.
“But I would be sorry, if I live, that I was stupid enough, to love a boy, who
couldn’t loveback.”Both her arms wrap around her middle, to stop her blood, and guard herself from anymore hurt. Even as she lay dying, she built her walls up again,
this time to never let anyone in again.
Love. It was always about love. He will never understand why people depend on it so much, why some c r a v e it. He can’t love; he’s too selfish. He’s been lonely & broken for so long, he doesn’t know what love is anymore. It’s part of his being.
He’s been always taught something: Love is weakness.
And it is.
“How weak. You act like dying is a bad thing.” He scoffed, getting up from his position.“You love me? Haven’t we gone over this before?” Asmirk danced upon his lips, haunting eyes looking down at the other. "You’re a horrible liar.“
and there he left.