We were so in love. When I was with him, all the problems in the world disappeared. He had become my everything since the first day I saw him. I gave up so much of my time for him and then... Something changed. He became more distant the summer before senior year. Time together became rare, and I barely saw him. One day I decided to confront him. I called him and no one answered. After a couple failed tries I left a voicemail asking him to call me. "We need to talk. Soon." I had said. Almost immediately after I hung up, I got a call back.
"Cara? You wanted to talk?" He sounded irritated.
"What's wrong? Something's changed Danny. You don't seem the same. Are you ok?" I was really worried about him.
"We need to take a break Cara. I'm not as happy lately. I'm sorry. I really do love you but I can't be with you anymore."
The line went dead.
I hadn't been the same since. Thinking of that day hurt me so much. Thinking of him hurt worse. Even a mention of his name brought back stabbing pain.
I would do anything to get over him. I had been trying everything I could. Music sometimes helped, but even then, some of the lyrics brought back bitter memories. Knowing Danny had just left me like that, it hurt immensely. It was living hell. Actually, hell might've hurt less.
I eventually found out Danny's true reason for leaving. Another girl. Her name was Lydia. Apparently they had hooked up around the same time Danny had started acting strange. The entire time I had been worried sick about him, wondering if he was ok, and he was with her. He knew it would devastate me, but he still did it. That's what hurt the most about it. All those times he'd said he loved me, did he ever really mean it?
I sighed and ran my fingers through my tangled hair. I hadn't spoken to Danny since the break up. The most communication we'd had was passing small glances at each other and looking away as soon as our eyes made contact. Still, memories of our relationship haunted me almost daily. Soon, the weekend would be over and I'd have to go back to school and face him again. Even months after our breakup nothing really seemed to help with the depression.
Nothing except music.
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Between a Rock and a Hard Place // c.h.
Fanfiction"How can you love me? When I'm a scarred mess and I'm tearing you and your best friend apart?" - "Because nothing has made sense since the day I met you. We both love you, Cara, there's no questioning that. The real question is which one of us do yo...
