Imprinted ♱ l.h

Chapter 22 ~ Truth is painful

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Luke and I caught Ashton's gaze on our journey down. I saw the tears beginning to form in his eyes. They slowly trickled down his cheeks making them shine. They shined like an angel with a broken wing.

I ran over to him but he turned and ran from me. 'Ash! Stop, let me talk to you,' I begged. Eventually he looked me in the eye. His were bloodshot and stained from the tears. 'How could you! Why didn't you tell me, do you not trust me?' 'Looks Ash let's sit down,' I directed him over to the bench and sat down. I gently took his hands in mine. 'I know how you feel, about me, I'm not being vain or full of myself. You know that's not me. It's just every time I look into your eyes I see how much you love me but... I haven't got that same glint in my eyes,' by this time I was also letting the tears trickle down my cheeks. 'I love you. But I don't love you. Not the way you want me too, that's why I didn't tell you. I was actually going to tell you tonight but I guess you found out by yourself. I'm so sorry. I never meant for it to be like this,' I hiccuped. Holding back hard sobs. 'It's okay, I understand. I'm not mad at you,' he glared in Lukes general direction. 'Do you think he meant for it to happen either? It's nobody's fault Ash! Love is impossible to understand and breaks everybody's hearts at least once, but you will find a beautiful girl one day. She will love you the way you love me and you will be happy, I just can't be that person,' he nodded as I wrapped my arms securely round his neck. In a best friend hold. 'I will always be your best friend! So don't ever forget that,' I grinned at him even though our eyes were waterfalls. He had gone very red from the stains. I fumbled in pocket and pulled out a tissue. 'Here,' I wiped his face, drying the salty droplets. 'You won't ever have to feel like this again, I promise,' he held onto my hand tightly, giving me a smile. I looked into his eyes again. This time I saw betray, pain. And most importantly. Envy. His eyes no longer glistened, they were blank. Like his spark had been stolen.

I could never forgive myself for what I did to him. Never.

I rose from the table and stroked Ashton's checks, giving him a limp smile. He smiled back even limper. I Walked away from my best friend who I knew would never trust me again. I then walked into the arms of the boy I loved and the boy Ashton hated. He wrapped his jacket around my shoulders and gently wiped my tears eyes. 'It's okay, it's okay,' he reapetedly whispered in my ear. But it wasn't okay. And it never would be again.

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