Breakaway | d.h

Chapter one

"I told you to stop talking to him,"

"I can't control myself,"

"For god sakes."

"Please, just don't hurt him."

"Too late,"

"Are you awake?" I heard my friends tired voice ask me in the complete darkness of the night.

I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. It must of been really late, "I am."

I felt the bed move as his warm body found its place beside mine, "Did you have that dream again?" I asked him.

The silence grew between us as the cold November breeze swept through the apartment.

"Yeah." I heard his sad voice mumble and disappear with the wind.

"Do you want to watch the stars with me?" I asked gently, a small smile spreading across my chewed up lips.

"Sure." my friend told me and stood up, offering me his hand.

I swung my cold legs out of the warm sanctuary of blankets, letting them dangle off the edge. My hand met with his and my feet with the cool floor.

I allowed him to guide me through the bedroom window and out onto the roof that hung over the frosted ground. My blurry vision slowly coming into focus with the dimly lit night.

We sat down on the dark coloured shingles, close to each other, just like the stars in the night sky.

"It felt real this time. What if it's more than a dream?" He asked me, a slight hint of panic in his voice.

I looked up at the sky through my dim blue eyes, allowing the sting of the moon to blind me temporarily.

"I'm not sure." I inquired, keeping my hand in his.

He intertwined his chilled fingers with mine, sending a chill down my spine. "Aren't you scared?" he asked me.

I felt the smoothness of his fingers for a moment, before looking beside me at the chocolate haired boy. "Of course I am."

He fixed his now curly hair and looked back up at the sky. Of course I was scared, what was he thinking? It was our last night together as best friends before my controlling boyfriend returned from his work trip, that we both knew wasn't exactly for work.

"Promise me something?" his quiet voice asked me smoothly.

I looked back at him for a moment, admiring his soft hair blowing in the breeze, "I can try."

His fingers tightened slightly against mine, "Don't let him hurt you."

My eyes traveled down his slim body down to our hands, still intertwined. Much like vines against a white picket fence, where I longed to be with him ever so badly. Maybe one day.

Too late," I replied rasply.