A/N: This is a dream. I couldn't italicize the words. :)
C - Who Are You?
"Rina, are you ok?" somebody asked me. I haven't heard my old nickname for a long time.
I opened my eyes and I saw Michael. Damn, a nightmare. I sat up and slapped him on the face.
"Why the hell are you here?Why are you touching me?" I said as I took his hands off of my face.
"Are you mad at me? Why are you mad at me?" he asked, his eyes full of fear and worry. I stepped back and put some distance.
"Of course I am! You broke up with me!" At this time, tears flowed and I covered my face with my hands.
He reached towards me but I kept on stepping back. I don't want him to touch me. I don't want him near me. Why does he have to ruin everything?
"I'll never break up with you, Czerina. Why would I break up with you? You're my everything." He pleaded.
I took away my hands. "You always say that. But you know what? I never believed it. ‘Cause you're a liar." I ran away but he followed me. He kept on shouting my name. I hated him for that. I hated him for breaking up with me. I hated him for promising. I hated him for loving me.
"Czerina, why are you doing this? Talk to me!!" he shouted last. I stopped running and more tears poured.
I looked back. We just stood there, fifteen feet away from each other. We stared into each others eyes. "I love you, Czerina." he said.
I know that he loves me. That he loved me. He loved me with all his heart. He always held my hand, always kept me safe. He comforted me when I was sad. He kept me calm when I was mad. He kept me happy. Everything was perfect. Then he and I snapped. We got in a big fight and after that, we never spoke again. He always kept his head down when he's near me. I always made sure that a smile was plastered on my face to show that I'm completely happy without him. I stayed away from mirrors because they just reminded me that my smile is just an act. Every attempt to be happy is difficult. For me, being with Michael was the definition of happy. Every smile was painful. Behind every smile was a frown. I cannot avoid the truth no matter how much I deny it. No matter how much I distract myself.
I turned and walked away. "I love you too, Michael."
