Throw Back Thursday

Twenty Five

10:09. For some reason, I couldn't stop crying. Salty tears ran down my face and refused to stop flooding my cheeks. I let out a huge gasp that sounded as if I was going to be suffocated. Weird as it was though, I didn't feel like punching the wall like I usually would. For hours I just looked up at the ceiling, playing movies in my head. The movie in my mind stopped as I saw a dark figure at the window. Intrigued, I raced to it and opened it. I went to speak, but my lips were met in a kiss, a kiss which I knew I would be fantasizing about for an age to come. I knew those lips. I gasped, out of breath by this charming moment. "Leon." I bit my lip and gazed into his eyes. Why was I ever angry?

"I knew I needed to see you." I stepped back and he clambered in through the tiny window pane. I lightly giggled. His eyes met mine and I was breathless. My heart had never changed. Ever since we first kissed I knew I love him. I love him now. I'll always love him. "I don't care if this takes forever, but I need to talk to you." His words made me fear, but as long as he looked me in the eye, I didn't care.

"Go on." I said. I tipped my head while my daydreams, once again, were reinventing themselves.

"I know I love you." Dreamy sigh. "But we can't hide our relationship. Also, the school called me. I've been expelled and my parents told me that I'm moving, to, the like, United States or Australia." Another loving smile creeped up into my eyes. An icy chill creeped into my spine.

"Wait. What the hell? Why?! I'm here! You need me. don't you??" He took a deep sigh before placing his hand firmly on mine.

Another deep sigh. "I know. I do need you, but I've got family out there. And... I've kinda.... kinda..."

"WHAT???" My lovey dovey expressions and thoughts were knocked out of the park. I wanted to know if he could justify this "US" reason. Was he lying because he couldn't stand or wasn't strong enough (was too much of a wimp) to keep loving me and being in a relationship with me?

His mouth was wide open like a cod-fish. Oh, shit. I said all of those shaky, doubtful, first-response thoughts out loud, and now he thinks that I'm a total ass. "I'm sorry. Please finish what you were saying." Nervous and agitated, he shuffled his feet on the edge of my bed. Hey!

"I don't want to. Also, I got a job. That's why I'm going. I'm working. Unlike you, you'll probably be unemployed your whole life!" Okay, that was it!

"Not true. McDonald's will when they're in desperate need for people to pass out food!" Meaningfully, he pushed me off the bed. "Oh my God, you're such an ass! One, why  would you do that? Two, I thought you loved me, was wrong there. And three, you should just go. When is your flight leaving?" I tried to monotonous and snappy to try to hide my quickly developing tears.

"Oh..." He smirked. "Tomorrow evening." He then proceeded to climb out of the window and leave me forever.

I'll be crying all night long. Again. Damn my bloody life.