Hope. ~Andy Glass~

Tears.

"American Coney Island? Andy what are you doing?" I ask, obviously not amused at his attempts to bring up past memories. When we were in high school, this was our favorite place to go, just us. 

"Having lunch, obviously." he winks, jumping out of the car and running around to open my door for me. I give him a halfhearted smile and walk a few paces behind him. 

We go in and order, sitting down right after we get out food. He insisted on paying for me, though I could have payed for myself. 

"So....." he says as he stares intently at me. I sip my Sprite, a favorite of mine since I was little, and peered up at him through my eye lashes. "So..." I whisper, not letting the tears slip through my eyelashes. "If I explain everything to you, promise not to interrupt me or run away?" he asks, holding my hand, rubbing small circles in it before I pull it away to the safety of my lap, hurt evident in my eyes. I nod and look at him as a signal for him to begin.

"It all started when we graduated, a few weeks before we graduated actually. I uh. I met these guys. They needed a bassist, in a band that they were starting. I had seen them around a lot, and they're great guys. We moved to LA as soon as we could, we got signed, Tay. We got signed the day before graduation. We got signed to Equal Vision. I was going to tell you, I swear, but I just..it was hard to tell my Mom, Tay. It would have killed me to tell you and see you cry." he says, his voice breaking at the end. Tears stream down my face before I stand up, set money on the table, and promptly leave. I hear his footsteps following me before I see him. He grabs my arm and I look up at him for just a second- and his look is enough to make you burst into tears. Andy, MY Andy is crying. "Taylor, you promised you wouldn't run away..." he whispered. I sighed before opening and closing my mouth, not sure about how to answer him. "Andy, you could have said goodbye, or tried to talk to me over the last 3 years. Or at least come home once and a while. I loved you, Andy." I whispered the last thing, afraid of how he would reply. 

But his reply never came. No, instead, he pulled me into a hug and cried into my shoulder. 

And I knew in that moment that I quite possibly still loved him.