~Prologue~:
"It doesn't feel like a relationship and we don't see each other a whole lot, and when we do, we hardly talk." He said.
Those goodbye words broke my heart and inside my chest, where the heart is supposed to be, was darkness. A black whole consuming my entire body, tearing my insides into little pieces, was taking over and all I felt for ages was pain.
I grew accustomed to the pain and sometimes I couldn't feel it, but when I was alone hiding in my room afraid to come out, the thoughts and memories came rushing back. Forgiveness. Forgiveness wasn't easy and especially now since I've suffered. All because of you, I have died inside my own soul. I've lost my life.
But love doesn't come without pain.
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~Mylee's P.O.V~
I see him coming at me, quick on his feet, shuffling past other students that stand in his path. For the past two or so months, I've been avoiding him and he did the same to me, so it works perfectly. I don't think I can stand being around him anymore, and the fact that he is heading straight towards me, is scaring me and I feel the pain I am so accustomed to come back into my heart.
He comes right up to me, centimeters away, and doesn't hesitate as he slips a hand around my neck and pulls me into him softly. He places his lips on mine, needy. I don't even have time to react or register what he is doing in front of the whole student body on the last day of school, before summer. Brett pulls away and looks into my eyes, waging my reaction. I don't like the fact that he, of all people, thinks he can come up to me and mess up everything I have accomplished in the last few weeks. I have tried so hard to forget him, to get over him, but that is easier said then done. Brett is everything I ever wanted and I am surprised I found him in this new school of mine.
"What the hell was that, Brett?" I scream making even more people look at me. As much as I want him back, I can't go through the hurt and pain again; I don't think I can handle the thought. Brett's cheeks flush a bright pink on accident and he looks down quickly, trying to hide the obvious embarrassment. He is sad, I can tell that much.
"Sorry, Myles, I thought maybe, umm... you would've wanted that?" He doesn't look up at me when he says this.
"I haven't even talked to you since YOU broke up with ME two months ago and you of all people know I don't like doing stuff like that!" I shout again, trying my hardest not to let all the anger I had built up over time pour out right now, but it doesn't work and I can't contain myself any longer. It feels good to let it out, like releasing the air from a tight balloon, but I also feel regret in the pit of my stomach for yelling at Brett. But I do have a germ issue and don't ever do the usual "dating things". I never kiss anyone, never hold hands, or ever get real close to anyone. I hug, sure, but kissing is very different. It is a completely new level in my mind and I don't like the view from that height. Now that I think about it, Brett just stole my first kiss away from me! "What the hell was going through your mind thinking you can do that or that I want you to?" I ask him only waiting a millisecond before taunting him farther. "Huh?"
"Look, Myles, I never got over you and trust me I tried for so long to just forget everything between us but I couldn't. I failed miserably and that hurt me a whole lot. John also told me you still liked me..." I cut him off despite the fact that what he is saying is true.
"Oh, and you believe what everyone tells you? That's retarded and stupid, Brett!" Everyone is stopping in the hallway, waiting for more action, and staring. Soon my sister, Kori, will come into the hall where I stand talking to Brett. John, no doubt, will be walking by her. They are dating and as much as I don't want anyone to know, Kori told John that I had been sulking around since Brett broke up with me. Kori always tells me to tell Brett how I feel but I am never courageous enough to show my true feelings for anyone, even if I like him a whole lot more than I have ever liked anyone in my short-lived fifteen years. I just don't admit to having feelings or any emotions toward anyone.
