Love without colour

You used me

Sorry for the late update, I'm just so busy with college. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and I will try to update sooner. 

Isabelle's P.O.V

"Izzy, let's talk for a minute."

I looked at his outstretched hand and all I kept seeing was it wrapped around her. The way he touched her, holding on to her like he was afraid if he let her go he would realise that is was all just a mirage. He's never held me like that or looked at me with that much love in his eyes.

I didn't want to take his hand because I knew what taking it meant. "Let's talk" meant, he wanted to break up with me, and even though I saw the way he was with her, I still wanted him to choose me. However, I had to at least let him explain to me what the hell just happened.

Slowly I placed my hand in his and watched as his long fingers closed around my short ones. My heart skipped a beat, heating my skin all over. If he wasn't meant for me why was my reaction to him so strong? Why would god put me in a situation where I would fall helplessly in love with a guy who is already helplessly in love with someone else?

We started walking out of the room through the door that led to the dining room. But before I was fully through it I looked back just in time to catch the jealous look on Melody's face. For a second, I felt triumph at having her feel just a fraction of what I was feeling.

The door closed with a thud, and Oswaldo turned to face me. We just stared at each other not saying anything. My hand was still in his, only now he was gently rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. The movement calmed me down a bit, making me feel slightly less anxious.

"Izzy, I don't even know where I should begin."

He sighed, running his free hand through his hair causing it to spike up at the tip. His beautiful green eyes looked at me with sadness and guilt. He waited a bit like he wanted me to say something, but I couldn't even if I tried. If I had opened my mouth the only thing that would have escaped is a scream. Sensing that I wasn't going to talk, he continued.

"I never meant to hurt you that was not my intention at all. What you saw in there―"

He gestured with his head towards the door.

"―between Mel and I, was not meant to hurt you in any way. I wish I could tell you everything between you and I can remain the same, but we both know that it can't."

I pulled my hand away from him, stepping back. I knew it was coming, but it didn't hurt any less. Warm liquid touched my cheeks and I used my hand to wipe it away. I started shaking my head, I didn't want to hear him say what he was saying. I wanted him to choose me! Why couldn't he choose me?!

"W-why... p-please... just p-please..."

I couldn't get anything out because I was trying my best to suck air into my lungs and just breathe. Every breath was jagged and it took everything out of me just to suck in the next one. The squeezing in my chest was no help either. I felt like I was dying like god decided to take my heart but keep me alive while doing it.

My vision started to get really blurry and I swiped angrily at me eyes to get rid of the tears. It was all unfair! Why couldn't he love me back the way I loved him?!

I felt strong arms engulfed me, but it did nothing to sooth my angry sobs. Without thinking about it, my hands went around his waist and I held on for my dear like.