"Hi," I whisper.
"Goodbye," she whispered so softly I almost didn't hear her.
I lied down next to her underneath the stars, my blue gaze met hers. Her eyes were always telling me how she felt and what she meant.
Yet ever since I got off that ship her eyes always say this, what happened to you? What happened to the boy I fell in love with?
Ever since then they looked like that. Staring at me with concern and hate. Like, an ever ending battle between her mind and her heart. Thinking about it made me remember how I used to wrap my arms around her, holding her close so she could feel my heart beat. She had always said she liked the sound of my heart beating because it sounded like a peaceful rhythmic song that made her want to sleep.
Yet taking one look at her gave me the feeling that if I tried that her knife would be ending that "peaceful rhythmic song".
She tries so hard to hide it but she can't, I thought, every day that I'm here she loses apart of herself that she'll never get back. But if I stay she'll break even more. It's a lose-lose situation.
She sits up slowly.
Like she's in pain.
"Why?" She whispers," Why are you still here." Her eyes are gazing up at the stars above. "I...don't...need...you."
Every word she says hurts us even more.
And just like that I decide that I'm going to mend her broken heart. No matter how much it takes I will get mend her and fix her and put her back to the way she was before I left. Not so cold and different and soo much harder to read.
She stood up with a shaky breath and left leaving me alone.
I watched and the second she was out of sight I let my brain do it's work.
First Step: Don't get on the Argo II
