Uncertain Attachment

The Lovelorn

"Harry!" he yelled as he ran after her. Harry kept on walking away; she ignored August but deep inside her, she wants to stop walking and just hug him; she wants to scream; she feels like regretting everything. She regrets that she had committed herself to August.

"Harry please talk to me!" he shouted, still, no effect. She ignored him and she tries hard not to cry while walking away from the person she loves. She have her own reasons to walk away from him, even if she knows that there is an explanation waiting for her. 

"Please Harry! What you saw was nothing as it seems! I swear!" he pleaded, he added speed to his walking. He stopped running when he saw Harry stops running but walks. At last, he reached her. Right after his hand landed on Harry's shoulder, she looked back with force, driving away his hand.

" Seriously August! What do you want?!" she yelled. "Earlier you were just oh-so-sweet-I-love-you-Harry! But when I came to your house; just outside your house! There was another woman! And you! Were so clingy to her!" her voice was high pitched.

"Harry, it's not the way it is!"

"Oh really?! Then what is the right way?! You happen to be just flirting with her while I'm not around?!" she's really mad, that her eyes are pooling with tears.

"No, Harry--.."

"Don't you say 'No, no, no' to me! Last time I check, you were flirting with a teacher! That happens to be your friend! That happens to be there at your house! Saying, Oh? That's Vanessa you were talking about! The one that you like the most?! Now I see you flirting with this woman named Vanessa but you're gonna tell me that she's another friend of yours?! What will happen next?! I'll catch you flirting with another woman again?! Oh I wonder where will it be next time ----!!"

"Harry stop! You're thinking too much! And, being immature!" he accidentally yelled at her, they were both shock by his tone and he knew he was really gonna loose her. He didn't want to say the word 'immature', because it will really hurt her but he had no choice. He had to tell her.

"Me?" she said, she's more than mad now, her tone sounded like she can burn a whole town out of anger. "Immature?" she added, August suddenly felt a shiver; her tone was deadly and very cold. And the word 'immature' was bitter on her lips.

"Harry, not really immature --"

"You told me that you don't look at me like a little girl." a tear fell from her eye. "But now, you're calling me immature?" in her last word, she squeaked and the word sounded hurtful.

"Harry --"

"No, it's okay. I knew it." she said, tears are really dropping from her eyes and she tries hard not to sound pained. "I knew that I was dreaming; I was wronged to give you my everything right from the start."

"No, Harry, please, let me talk --" he tried to reached her out but she stepped back, making him  stop talking; fear has taken over. He could feel her drifting away from him. He could feel the pain of loosing someone again. The breaking of his heart into thousand pieces, slowly killing him from the inside.

"You're a teacher. And I'm just a dumb student." she said, stating a fact. "Didn't know that the teacher was just actually playing with her feelings." she waves her head as she said those words, but so far, she could still maintain her eye contact to him; even if she sees the fear that August expresses, she was sure she would not be deceived twice. Just like August, she could feel herself breaking.

"That's not true Harry, it's true that I love you."

"Shut up, please." she murmured. More tears fell from her eyes but she know she could still handle herself. "Or should I say, shut up sir." she emphasized the word sir, and her tone was suddenly even colder than before. The pain; the sadness; all covered up with anger and coldness, August's heart suddenly ached as he realized the cold shoulder.