B e f o r e
That day it happened, it was sunny. Sunny and bright that you wouldn't even think that something bad would happen on that day.
"It's time." Melissa hissed at me.
My palms started to sweat, "It-it's too early, I don't think he's in love with me just yet." I managed to smile weakly.
"Oh please, he obviously is by the way he looks at you." she narrowed her eyes at Harry, "You better hurry up or I might just post your little secret online." she smirked knowingly.
I just nodded and she immediately gathered everyone and pushed Harry towards me. I grinned at him hoping he wouldn't see the fear behind it. He smiled crookedly and winked dorkily. God he was so cute. My mind wandered to when it was just the two of us. We're back in his backyard, his fingers lightly touching my cheek, brushing my blond curly hair behind my ears, the warm feeling of his lips on mine, his raspy voice in my ear. Nothing mattered but us.
Melissa coughs and the memory is gone, it was time to face him. I looked him in the eyes, pleading a silent sorry. Then I took a deep breath and slapped him. There were gasps and murmurs around the room. He looked shocked, like a lost puppy. And I immediately wanted to kiss him but I straightened myself up and glared at him.
"Cass, what's wrong?" he frowned. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Yes, you did. Everything you did was wrong, Harry. Everything." I managed to say with a straight face.
He was reaching out to me now, I flinched at his touch. Everyone around us started laughing and it seemed like more people started to gather. I glared at him hoping he would get the message.
Please go away, Harry. This is hard enough as it is.
"You-you said you loved me." his voice was trembling, "Didn't you mean it, Cass?" his voice was pleading, helpless.
I wanted so badly to say, "Yes, I do love you. So much, that my heart hurts when I think about it." But instead I just stared at him.
"Why would I, love someone like you?"
I waited for him to curse at me, scream, cry, anything. Him just standing there, looking at me emotionless was worse. It would've been better if he punched me, at least I knew he felt something. If he didn't do anything, it means that he's given up. And I didn't want him to give up. He suddenly spoke.
"Goodbye, Cassidy." he said, his voice blank of any emotions and walked away. He said it with such finality that I thought he was leaving for good.
He did leave after that. Nobody knew where he went, nobody cared enough to be curious. I didn't cry, because I knew he was coming back. I just knew it.
And he did.
