The Stories We Told

When will we be?

When will be the day that I could hold you in my arms and call you mine? Ever since the first day we met I couldn't stop thinking of you. Of your beauty, your eyes, your hair blowing in the wind and your smile. Three years have passed since then and now, as I stand here watching you in someone else's arms, my heart breaks. I know how he is, I know how he acts, but you love him not me and after all we are just friends.
And yet, how could I just sit here and watch him wrap his arms around you? How could I let you get hurt by his lies? How could I let him play with you and use you like a toy? I know why and I remind myself you love him not me. You wouldn't belive me, you're blindly in love with him. I'm mad at myself though, why couldn't I have enough guts to confess my feelings to you? Why couldn't I say I love you?
As weeks pass I notice you're not around him anymore. Your eyes have sadness in them and your smile shows no more. Not a single hint of happiness appears. That's it, I can't stand seeing you like this anymore. What did he do to you?
I make my way towards you and you force a smile. No, don't act like your happy, I know you aren't. "Hi, Wil." You say and I simply look at you with concern,"What's wrong? What happened?" You look at me shocked while trying to hold back tears, but I know your going to cry. Yet you force a smile again and try to act like nothing's wrong. "Please, don't lie to me. Tell me what happened."You laugh, but sound like your about to cry. "You know me so well...," tears start slowly falling from your eyes. Your sentence gets muffled out by your sobs and only certain words can be heard. " He... lied... saying...that...he...," seeing you like this gets me upset and I find myself instantly hugging you.
2 hours passed and you have calmed down. You tell me what happened and what he did. That he was seeing another girl and that you caught them together. In his house, in his bed and with his arms around her. I didn't know what to say all I knew was that I needed to do some hing and I knew exactly what I should do. And so I got up and you looked at me confused. I was so angry. I was angry with myself and the fact that I didn't do anything to prevent this form happening. I started walking but you stopped me, "Where are you going?" you asked. I looked at you and said with rage, " To were he lives."
I make my way to his house and you follow. You try convincing me to stop and forget what happen but in my mind I've already decided. I go up the porch and pound on the door. From the other side I hear him running down the stairs and say, "Coming!" He swings open the door and looks at me. Not surprised, not worried, simply no emotions. And then he took a glimpse at you. "Oh, I see. You've come back to me. When will you get it? I DON'T LOVE YOU, I never did."Then he looked at me, chuckled and smirked while saying, "Good luck with her. Just so you know, she's a slut." That did it, I snapped. I grabbed him and pulled him out of his house. Slamming him on the concrete floor, I started punching him with all my strength. Letting my anger go onto him, that asshole. He wasn't ever going to speak to you like that infront of me ever again. And I made sure he didn't.
You were shocked and tried pulling off of him. Making sure I didn't kill him, I would've, I could've but I didn't. I stopped but you kept pulling me back leading me away from him. He slowly started to get up and came running at me. As he reached me, he swung and had managed to hit me. Lucky I blocked every other hit and managed to hit him back bringing him back down onto the floor. "Don't you ever come near her again!! You understand?" I was about to take another swing at him until I noticed you pulling on my arm."Wil let's go." You looked at me worried and a bit terrified.
When we got to my house you forced me to sit on my couch while you grabbed the first aid kit and treated my wound. It's wasn't big nor was it swollen but it was bleeding slightly and I hadn't noticed until you were wiping it of. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."You said while getting a band aid out, " You don't need to be sorry." Now you looked a bit upset,"It isn't a big cut so you should be fine." You place the band aid on my cut and remove your hands away from my face. While quickly putting the first aid kit away I noticed your sad expression. I pull your chin up forcing you to look at me,"What's wrong?" I say. "Are you scared of me?" You shake your head disagreeing with me. "I just can't believe that I would fall for the wrong guy when the one I'm looking for has always been right infront of me." I was stunned and couldn't belive my ears. You? Saying something like that? I smiled and gave you a quick peck on your cheek. Now it was your turn to be shocked. I then whispered in your ear, "Let me be with you, let me heal your broken heart. I have always loved you and will always love you. Won't you be mine?"

A/N~
I'll leave the ending for you readers to imagine on your own. If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask.