"I don't know how to put this nicely, so I won't."
"I don't know how to put this nicely, so I won't."She spat. He sat across the girl nervously tapping his foot where she couldn't see.
" You and I are done." She took a deep breath to push down the fuming anger.
"We are not friends. If you need to talk to me because you can't talk to anyone else, fine. But you had better get it through your thick skull that I don't need you and I don't want you."
Her voice broke. Tears began to well up in her eyes, but she fought the urge to let them flow.
The boy dropped his head and stared at his hands. She couldn't see that he didn't hold back his.
"I do love you, you know." He whispered. He looked up. His face looked like it'd aged decades. His green eyes were darker than they use to be. Not the bright green that she remembered.
By then, her anger had dissipated. But the feeling of betrayal would not be forgotten any time soon. She composed herself and stood, hands on the table.
"I loved you. If you ever loved me, you wouldn't have done it."
With that, she left the picnic table.
The boy sat, alone and in pain. He gave himself a moment to grieve, crying ugly tears. He put his head on the table.
After a while, he forced himself to calm down and take out his phone. He dialed and waited for an answer. A man on the other end picked up.
"Done?"
The boy took a deep breath. With a shaky voice, he pulled himself together.
"She bought it. She's safe."
