Rising Dust

The Beginning

A/N This story was written by my friend. I have no idea why, but it's just life. My friends profile is FlyingShadow. If you enjoyed this, you should go check out her other book. Let the story begin.

"B—but—but I love you!" I called out to him, "You can't do this...you can't leave me! Not like this."

I watched his fingers as they hovered over the rusty, old doorknob. My vision was clouded by a build up of tears; everything was a mush of colours, and I jammed my fists into my eyes to clear them. This whole morning had been one big nightmare. My biggest fear coming to life. The boy I had fallen for—loved with my whole heart—turned on me...went and slobbered all over another girl. I had woken up with a feel of bitter cold against my back when my phone dinged. The sensation dissipated when I received the text, as I was overwhelmed with heated rage. One of my friends had found out from another friend, who found out from her sister, who found out from some other random person. Its complicated. My point is, now I was stuck yelling at the love of my life, who didn't even love me back. The past two years had been a lie.

He whipped around and held his fists tight at his side, "What am I supposed to do, huh? It's over!"

I threw my hands up in the air. "I don't know! I just—you ruined my life!"

Something in his expression changed. Pity, maybe? But it was just for a second, then he pointed an accusing finger at me. "I ruined your life? Have you ever thought about me? Why do you think I cheated on you?"

"Oh, you're unbelievable!" I forced through clenched teeth. At this point I didn't care about the tears. They were spilling endlessly over my cheeks, dragging mascara with them. I must have looked like a mess, but it didn't matter. I didn't care what he thought anymore. All those times he told me I was beautiful, and I didn't need pounds of makeup—they were all a lie. Everything coming out of his dirty mouth was a lie.

A crease formed in-between his eyebrows—something I would have found cute a week ago. "It was always about you. Never once did you stop to think about me, or what I was feeling—"

I cut him off. I didn't need to hear this right now. "Don't even start—"

"Every time you were down, or sad about something one of your girlfriends said, I was there!" There was a long pause as he stood there, face as hard as stone. "You...you never asked me how I was feeling."

Every word hit me like a rock, and my throat went dry. All I could do was stand there and take it. "So that gives you the right to go out and mack on my best friend?" I croaked out.

"No," he turned for the door, "I always had that right. This was just my breaking point."

At that, he opened the door and left. Left me forever.