Lutteo One Shots (English)

Hurting her

She was oblivious to everything around her. Skating. Being in her own little world. He loved watching her when she was like this. When nothing mattered but her steps and turns and jumps. It reminded him of a time, not too long ago, when they were like this together, dancing around the rink in sync.

He tried to ignore the lump that always formed in the pit of his stomach whenever he thought about her. She had changed him. He felt that even more when he was able to watch her being so careless. Knowing, that at least in that moment, she wasn't thinking about how hurt she was. Knowing that a little more than a year ago, he wouldn't have felt so guilty.

It was his fault, after all. He had rejected her over and over again, had told her they couldn't be together. She wanted an explanation, he knew, wanted to know why he was like this, so she would be able to argument against him. To find a way for them to be together. There was nothing he wanted more than to give her that. She deserved to know why he was like that to her. So cold, pushing her away while trying to be normal with the rest of his friends.

She had stopped. Her breath coming in hard puffs, her dark brown locks even more a mess than before, her green eyes landing on him. The smile that had found ist way to his lips while watching her froze, then disappeared as his face became the emotionless mask he put on every time he was around her.

Looking at her, seeing her close to tears, knowing he was the reason for it felt like someone stabbed him in the heart and turned the knife around. He tried to hide the flinch. It would only make her even more suspicious. He felt a strong hand squeezing his shoulder and didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

Luna had started skating again, this time with her best friend, showing Simón the steps she had done alone a minute ago. He turned around. Finally freeing his gaze from her small form before he could do something he would probably regret later. He didn't want to add another thing to that list.

"You okay, man?" he was asked, shaken back to reality. He didn't try to say something, Gastón would understand even without words and just nodded. "You should talk to her" his best friend told him for what felt like the millionth time. "Tell her what's going on. She will understand. You know she will."

He sighed. He was right. So right, but he couldn't. The risk of both of them ending up hurting was too high. It was better she forgot about him now so she wouldn't care about him going away again in a year. After he left her once already without much contact.

Gastón had told him a few things when they talked. How she hadn't been the same. Hadn't been the always happy and smiling girl he had loved since the day she crashed into him. He grinned, knowing she would probably argue that he was the one who skated into her since she had yelled at him to watch out.

He shouldn't be thinking of this. Because every time his thoughts went back to that day, hee also thought about how he pulled her out of the water and how she had looked all wet and messy and beautiful and angry and it did nothing god to him.

"She might understand, but she won't accept it. And she will be even more hurt then, than she is now. I can't have that. You know I can't." he answered before making a miserable attempt to smile and skating away, towards the locker room where he sat down on the bench and let his head fall against the cold wall behind him, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

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