The Last String

Chapter17

Andrew strolled into the hall without the sparkle in his eyes, instead, a Cimmerian shade dissipated them.

He had woken up earlier than the every day and left without a word to me.

An hour later, with a briefcase he hadn't left with, he entered, still pale-faced.

I wish he hadn't come. I wish he could've stayed away, forever. Time froze when he looked deep into my eyes and lightly whispered.

..

"What?" I asked again softly, terrified of the word that just came out of his mouth, "But why?"

He looked away scratching his neck.

"What did I do?"

No answer.

"Is it because of what I said to Jessy? If it is then you don't have any right to do this. I was standing up for myself." I stated confidently.

Still no answer.

"Fine fine, I'll uhh... I'll talk to her and-and uhh... I d-don't know, maybe come up with something and try to get along." Oh, and now I'm stuttering. First I throw my pride out of the window, now I stutter. Amazing, just great.

I'm trying so hard to hold the tears in. His silence is giving me goosebumps. It's making me shiver. It's terribly tearing my heart into tiny pieces. Slowly, painfully.

"Andrew say something." I was desperate, "Please."

He turned towards me, avoiding my eyes and said boldly, "As I said before, I don't want this anymore. I want to cut it off. We can stay as friends, though..."

That was when I totally lost it. As he said these words I burst into tears, sobbing, pleading for him to take them back.

Tears running down my cheeks uncontrollably, sweating, trembling. My breath shortened and I felt a choking sensation and chest pain.

Nauseous. Nauseous and dizzy.

All of a sudden, I feared to losing my mind. I feared dying. All I'm feeling is that danger is nearby. My heart is racing like crazy and I intensely need to escape.

Andrew looked at me in horror and hurried to where I was standing. He took me into his embrace, holding me tightly, burying my face in his chest. Rubbing my back, softly mumbling soothing words in my ear, he warmed me up.

A few minutes passed and I was all calm and relaxed. Still in his arms. Worshiping the moment. Enjoying the affection. Praying for it to last forever. To feel like that forever. Loved, complete and supported.

It seems like, just as he touched me, my heart was mended again. Only to get torn apart again once he started to pull away.

"I know I'm not good enough but please Andrew please-" I was cut off by him squeezing me tighter in his arms.

He pulled away whispering, "Don't you dare ever say that again."

"See, I even ruined your favourite shirt," I said pointing to his shirt that had mascara smudged on it.

He chuckled lightly then kissed the top of my head resting his chin on it saying, "Trust me, I wouldn't care less."

I smiled faintly. God, I loved him so much that it hurt.

"Then why?" I questioned looking at him straight in the eyes, those brown eyes I fell for.
"Give me a valid reason," I claimed.

"I'm getting married." He stated.

"What do you mean you're getting married?" I was furious now.

He can't say that and expect me to be so cool about it.