He Loves Me Not *Under Editing*

Sit down and shut up. Or speak to me... Please?

I ignored everyone for eight hours straight.  My parents barely saw me.  Chyna's texts went unanswered.  Hell, even my Instagram profile was left alone.  I hadn't updated it about anything that had happened recently and I had no intention to.  For food, I would only go into the kitchen when my parents, or aunt and uncle, were in the living room.  If they tried to speak to me, I would run back to my room with whatever was in my hands.  Alex called, and called, and called some more.  After the tenth time, he drove over here.  He came inside.  I locked my door.  He pleaded with me to come out but I remained silent.

He left again.  I finally decided that being a hermit wasn't going to solve anything, so I texted Cam.  

To: Cameron

Hey, can you spend the night at his house to make sure he doesn't do anything bad?

To Cydney:

No problem, but he didn't show up to football practice so we all thought he was dead anyways.

Alex didn't go to football practice?  He never missed practice.  Even when we were dating, he would go to football practice.  Now I was seriously worried about him.  I still loved him.  I knew he loved me too. I thought that I would be able to sleep, but I was wrong.  I kept tossing and turning at him not showing up to football practice.  I hurt him so bad that I couldn't even begin to comprehend.  I knew that what I did was for the best, but it didn't feel like it anymore.  I still needed time, and I didn't want for him to wait for me.

I woke up the next day and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.  I looked in my mirror and saw the deep bags.  Today was make-up day.  I covered up the bags with as much concealer as possible.  I dressed for the chilled weather and headed out.  Chyna was outside, and I decided that I already broke my streak with Cam so I got in the car.  Nothing was said as we went to school.  Turns out that Cam did spend the night with Alex and was being driven by him.

We got to school and parked next to his truck.  I crossed my arms and looked at Chyna with the expression on of annoyance on my face.  She shrugged and got out.  After I followed suit Cam got out of the truck and pulled me to the side.  "He's hurt."

"I expected nothing less."

"Cydney, he didn't sleep last night."

"Neither did I."

"He kept crying and muttering your name.  Nothing I could do would help.  I am seriously terrified to leave him alone."

"Then don't."

"Can you be with him for today?"

"Why would you even ask that?"

"Because you cannot sit here and tell me that you don't care about him."

"I do, but I am not adding salt to an open wound."

"Fine, but you will just be making it worse."  I walked away as Alexander got out of the car.  He was in jeans and a brown waffle knit shirt.  His eyes were bloodshot and he had bags under his eyes too.  I felt so bad that I couldn't even look him in the eyes.  I only glanced.  His eyes still looked pink to me.  No, they looked brown today.  "Chyna, what color are Alex's eyes?"

"Brown why?"  I freaked out, I wasn't supposed to see the color of his eyes unless he was my soul mate.  I looked at tree bark, it was brown too.  This couldn't be happening.  I broke up with my soul mate.  I froze and pushed my hands against my head.  All I could hear was the blood rushing through my head.  Chyna tried to talk to me, but I heard nothing.  The world started spinning and then it went black.

I woke up in the nurse's office with a pounding headache.  I looked around and no one other than Alex was sitting in the chair looking very uncomfortable.  He looked everywhere but at me.  I groaned and he snapped to my direction.  His eyes were a little less bloodshot, but he was still tired.  I tried to sit up and put weight on my bad hand.  I hissed at the pain and his face filled with the same emotion.  I tried again but to no avail.  He got up and went to go get the nurse.  They came back and she helped me up.  I sat there staring at Alex.  The nurse left again and I continued to stare.  He sat back down and looked at the tile in front of me.

I stood up and his eyes filled with worry.  I crossed the floor wobbling slightly.  I made it to him and collapsed in his arms, crying.  He was to shocked to move.  I turned my head towards the crook of his neck and kissed it.  "I am so sorry.  I broke up with you.  I am sorry.  I was an idiot.  Please, forgive me."

He still hadn't moved.  I pulled away and looked into his eyes.  He was unsure what to do.  "Alex?"

He looked at the ground.  I wanted his attention back on my face.  I kneeled in front of him and secured his face in my hands.  "Alex?  Please answer me."

"I-I don't think I am good for you Cyd."  Even his voice sounded horrid.  I put my forehead to his.  "How can I prove that you are?"

Again he remained silent.  I closed my eyes and kissed him.  He instinctively wrapped his arms around my back.  I didn't feel like I was being attacked, I wasn't nervous, I wanted to stay like this forever.  He broke the kiss and searched my eyes for any uncomfort.  I only showed pain for what I had done.  He brushed the hair out of my eyes.  "There is nothing to forgive."

I opened the waterfall of happy tears.  He brushed them away with his thumb.  We held each other for what seemed like forever.  After our heaven, the bell rang to signal the end of the day.  We walked out of there and got into his truck.  He took me to his house.  "Why are we here?"

"I think someone forgot what day it was."  I started counting the days in my head.  I slapped my forehead.  How could I forget that it was my freaking birthday?  I jumped out of the truck and ran to the door.  I knocked as Alex caught up to me.  Amanda opened the door and invited us in.  I saw Chyna, Cam, Emily, Laurie, my parents, and a pair of two people that I hadn't seen in a year.  At the sight of them, I started crying.  I ran up and gave them a hug.  They gladly returned the favor.  It turned out he had this planned for a month, and the plan was still on even though we broke up.  I smiled at Isaiah's parents.  "You were such a good person to Isaiah, you have such a big heart.  I know it must be hard to date someone with terminal cancer, but you are doing an amazing job at treating him like nothing is wrong."

Cancer?