What's So Good About Picking Up The Pieces?

Chapter 34; (Part 3/3)

*Vic's P.O.V.*

".....Will you marry me?"

I had finally said it, after all the nervous practicing I said it. Loud and clear and confidently.

Every second I waited for an answer felt like hours and tenseness on my back from what felt like the weight of the world.

She just stared at me, I and everyone patiently awaited for her 'yes' that we knew was going to come out of her lips.

After about 80 seconds she finally opened her mouth.

Without making a sound, we watched her lips to begin perfectly mouthing 'yes' to me and her help me to my feet kissing me a million times.

But they didn't, a little quiet breath fell and a gasp from the crowd came when she began running away.

I chased her, they chased me until we were out of park grounds and they were too worried that they couldn't re-admit.

She ran down the road, And I could barely keep up. I was already tired from the set but I didn't slow down one bit. We probably ran for more minutes then I can count on my own 2 hands and 2 feet.

Finally, she stopped. I almost caught up when she started walking into the trees on the shoulder of the road. I slowed down, to watch her and what she was doing.

*Aleah's P.O.V.*

I didn't know where I was going, I just needed to get away. Clear my mind forget everything, everyone. I couldn't, it kept replaying in my brain like the last 2 scenes of Breakfast Club did when I would try and fall asleep when I was younger.

"It was sweet, I love him. He's sweet." I sighed.

"Then why are you sitting in the fucking forest you stupid bitch?"

"How do you tell someone you love you hate them?"

*Vic's P.O.V.*

"How do you tell someone you love you hate them?"

"What?" I interrupted her conversation with her self. I couldn't listen to this. I might hate it and never want to admit it but I could live without her, I just couldn't live with myself knowing she hated me. "Baby, what are you talking about?"

"Vic?" She stood up, and ran... again.

*Aleah's P.O.V.*

I ran, that is until he tackled me on the ground and rolled me over.

"Ow you fucking asshole."

"Why are you running from me! Why do you hate me! I can't lose you!"

No matter how hard I tried I couldn't shake him. I couldn't look in his sad eyes and have my full strength to get away. He was melting me.

"Talk to me!", he started to cry. "... please."

I shook my head. "I don't know what to say."

"Why are you running? If you tell me I'll leave you alone, I promise."

"Do you want the truth?"

"Yes, it's all I want."

"I'm scared, Vic.. I can't tell you why or how because I don't even know. I just feel it. And I'm worried. I don't want to steal you from everyone, especially when I know you could do 110% better than you are if you keep on wasting your time with me. And I hate you, I hate you for the sacrifices you've made, and the way you smile at me, I hate you for saving me, I hate you for choosing me and not somebody else. I hate you for caring and making me feel good about myself. I'm glad you're in my life, I just hate you because you make me feel attached and like I have somebody even when it feels like I have nobody."