Excerpts From Books I'll Never Write

Kaylene

She turned around suddenly, the tears that stung her eyes spilling over. The cold breeze bit her nose and burned her scarlet cheeks. The snow fell carefully, stealthily coating the houses in thick white paint. The beautiful boy she stared at now was not the one she had spoken to moments ago. His eyes were fierce now, furious. He stood with his fists and jaw clenched, brows furrowed, in plaid pajama pants. His chest was exposed to the sharp cold. She thought about how much his bare feet must sting from the ice nestled on the ground. 

"Kaylene," He hissed. It was an order. It sounded threatening even in his buttery voice.

"I don't know what you want me to say," she stuttered quietly. 

The tears ran down her cheeks more freely now as she gasped for air. His expression softened and his hands relaxed. He took a small step towards her. His voice grew soft as the anger subsided.

"I just want to know why. Why would you do this to me? I love you and I thought you loved me. I wanted us to grow old together. I wanted to marry you, Kaylene. I just wanted us to be happy." His own eyes began to burn as his vision blurred with tears.