Part 4

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*Flashback*

It has been four weeks since he has talked to me. I'm really getting sick of it. Whenever I see him at school he just looks the other way or keeps walking. I know he is still getting beat up. Almost every time I see him, there is a new bruise or cut. I think he started self harming because he always has a long sleeved shirt even though it is almost summer. I've tried talking to him outside of school, but every time I do, his eyes fill with sadness and he tells me to go away.

I think he regrets that night and that he wishes that I never helped him. Each time I think about it, I feel sick. I regret none of it, and I wish he didn't either. That was the best night I have ever had. He opened up to me so easily. I think I'm in love with him. And I thought he felt the same way, but apparently not.

All I want is for him to say something, anything, to me. For him to come and wrap me in a tight hug as he tells me something that makes me smile. No one has ever made me smile like he did that day I don't think he ever will again. I miss him so much. If only I could go back to that night...

*Flashback over*

It's been over a year since that night and I still feel the same way. Not once have I ever regretted what happened. a Even now, all I want is his big, strong arms holding me, being surrounded by his warmth and smell. I wish I could go back and change what happened. But I can't.

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