They were all lies

13|Old friends

¤MELANIE¤

The humid air flows through my hair, sounding like whispers as it howls through my ears. The sky is dark, the stars lighting it up. It seems perfect- the perfect place for me and Reg to make up. But I still can't shake the feeling. Can't shake the feeling that something's wrong, I'm missing something. But I can't find it. Astronomy tower, midnight. Is all the letter said, I'm in the right place. I nervously tug at the edge of my pajamas, tapping my foot lightly on the ground. I never really was a fan of Astronomy, but anyone could tell that I absolutely adored looking at the stars. The way they shined, glimmered, gleamed. Not a care in the world, glittering all they ever wanted. 

"Mel?" I freeze at the voice. I've got it. I know what I forgot. It's November 17th, the day that me and Apollo started dating. It's our anniversary, and the astronomy tower was our spot. Our. I slowly turn around, only to see him wearing a freshly ironed suit, black and white. Shiny black shoes, his blonde hair neatly combed, one of his curls laying right above his eyes. This fucking prick. 

"What the hell do you want!" It's more of a shout rather a question. Apollo doesn't flinch in the slightest, in fact his face softens even more. 

"Mel, my dear sweet Mel." He says, extending his arms in front of me. I move back, as far away from him as possible. Back, back, back until the railing digs into my spine. 

"What do you want?" I ask agian, this time my voice shaking just the slightest. He loves to see me squirm, he loves to see me uncomfortable. He loves to be in control. 

"You." He says simply, strutting over to right in front of me. I'm not going to lie, I'm thinking about throwing myself over the railing just about now. 

"I love you." He says agian, bringing his hand to my face, cupping it and stroking my cheek softly. I can't move- I'm frozen. I'm on display for him, and he knows it. He knows he can do whatever the hell he wants. 

"Liar!" I yell, taking his hands and ripping them away from me. His brows arch, looking me up and down and scoffing. This is were I start to tremble. He always scoffed when he was mad, he always scoffed before things were about to go bad. 

"Me? A liar?" He repeats, bringing a hand to his own hair and slicking it back. "The only liar I see, is you." He accuses, his voice growing lower and his eyes beginning to sparkle with anger. I grip onto the railing, fully aware that if I make one wrong move, I'll end up on the other side of it. 

"You- a liar. Everything about you." He spits, his voice slowly growing louder before he stops. He takes a deep breath before continuing on. "It's all lies darling." He sings, leaning down to be the same level as me. I hate that. I hate when he does that. He thinks that he's some sort of king, having to bow down to be at my level- the servent. The maid, the peasant, the prisoner. 

"He dosen't love you- he never did." He spits, my eyes growing wetter as I try not to look away from him. "But with me- you'll be happy." He mocks, straightening his back. "You won't have to lie."

"I don't lie!" 

"That's what liars say." The silence between us is viscous, it's hanging over my head, ready to strike down. I look him up and down and scoff. He put in so much effort- for nothing. For absolutely nothing because I would never- ever let myself fall for him agian. Maybe he's right- maybe he never loved me at all. I wouldn't be surprised. I always go looking for love in the wrong places, always ending up at the dead end of a maze. It happened to my parents, my grandparents, it's only my job to carry on the legacy. The legacy of broken hearts. His jaw clenches, and with all the strength I can muster, I push. I push him away, running down the many stairs, holding back the choked sobs. I run, and run, and run. I won't let him win. Not this time.