ross stared and stared and stared at her. his eyes traveled her face, and then down to the clothes she wore, and to the bag she was carrying. he had to try really hard not to cry right in front of her right then.
he just wanted to kiss her. to hug her. to hold her. to touch her. then maybe everything would be okay. his broken heart would magically be whole again, just like that. if only.
you're such an idiot. how could you let her go? how could you let the best part of you slip out of your fingertips? stupid, stupid, stupid, ross thought as he looked into her eyes. they stood there, just watching each other.
"i'm sorry." ross meant for it to be meaningful and for it to be loud, so she could understand how sincere he was about this. but instead it came out as a whisper, weak and needy.
she pursed her lips. she was sorry too.
"yeah, well, i've moved on," she said, knowing fully well that that was a lie. she did not, could not move on. that was nearly impossible for her. i'm still in love with you. she meant to say that aloud, but she couldn't find the strength to do so.
"oh." he tried to swallow down the big lump that formed in his throat. he didn't even think that she could possibly have a boyfriend. that she didn't think of him as much as he thought of her.
"he's lucky to have you. i hope he knows that." again, a whisper.
she looked up at him. she could see the pain in his eyes, and it pained her.
"what? i don't have a boyfriend, ross." she tried to act like she was over it all, she tried to make her voice sound even. but yet again, she failed.
ross silently rejoiced. he wanted to pick her up, swing her around, kiss her face, hug her tight and never let go. and then they would go to her apartment and cuddle just like old times. if only it worked that way.
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Silent Words// r.s.l.
Fanfic((inspired by multiple amazing authors here on wattpad. lowercase words on purpose.))
