This is my first story, I had previously began writing another one but soon had other ideas and deleted it. So really, this is the one I shall be keeping. :) Enjoy!
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He stumbled with his words, his lips spilling sweet lies, kissing my mind with those deceiving emerald eyes. His creamy blonde hair swayed as a light breeze hit his pale skin. He looked like a ghost standing in front of me, mumbling things he shouldn't, his palms sweaty and his eyes darting innocently at me. I could tell he was lieing.
He knew I could tell. Despite the content look I gave him, which eased his nerves and encouraged him to go on with his twisted tales. I was content. He was lieing and this explanation would go no where, so I was content. I knew this would be coming, I had been ready for this all my life. Since the day I met him a year ago. His eyes, his lips, his laugh, his body, his smile... I had tried to keep that smile plastered on his face for a year. I had tried to be his special one, make him see a whole new life, make him grow and let his walls down for me, for everyone to see a cold, frozen flower suddenly brighten and bloom once the sun melt the pain away. I had thought he had forgotten about her. I was wrong.
"You know I love you... But I can feel her awaken, she's coming back." He darted his eyes everywhere, but never resting them on me. I gave him a slight not, my jaw clenching and my eyes never leaving his face. I wanted to analyze every expression, every sweat drop, every swallow he took and every reaction his body made. Guilt. Pure guilt smeared across his face.
"She's leaving him... I can feel her, she's coming to the good side. I'm sorry. I have never forgotten her, she was my first love, my childhood friend which I thought betrayed me for him." His voice became sharp as he mentioned him. He had forever hated him, when he took her away from him, when he changed her to his side. When he found out who she had turned to, he felt betrayed, he felt lost, he wanted the old her back.
That's where I had stepped in. A sweet girl with a rebellious nature, and the tendency to do the most absurd things. I had come to the academy, ready to fix myself, ready to work hard and learn, to become stronger and wiser, to become the best of the best. Rank one was my goal, but when I met him, I fell for it. He was rank one. The best hunter, the most successful hunter, with the most extreme grudges ever. When I first met him, he was cold as stone. His walls were built up so high even someone like me didn't dare to climb. He was emotionally detached from all sources of comfort. He had too many painful memories and did not want to trust.
But oh, how beautifully mysterious he was. I couldn't keep away. I don't know how I did it, but bit by bit, he broke open to me, he let me see the corners of him no one else would see. He stripped the past naked and showed me the pain, the scars left behind and the untold whispers of his revenge. But it was my decision to stay. I was the one who stroked his pain, I was the one who vowed to make him happy again. So how could I blame him for my deeds? I had led myself into this mess, clearly knowing the end result. Yet I carried on loving him.
"She's in the academy. I've seen her with you countless of times." His body stiffened. Yes. I had finally caught him.
"Don't lie to me. Just walk away." My voice showed no signs of emotion. I kept my eyes fixed straight into his widened sea green orbs. He stood there for a few seconds, not quite sure what to do, or say. He soon sighed and ran his hand through his swift blonde hair, closing his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Jasmine."
That had been a year ago. The memories still linger in the corners of my mind. The images pinch my eyes, and the words strangle my heart, the unsaid words torture my mind. Sometimes I feel my anger boil up inside, the voice inside me telling me I didn't deserve this. After all I had done for him, he left me. But I was the one who decided to do everything for him, right? My nature is to help everyone forget about their pain.
