"Why didnt you tell me?" I wanted to scream, I wanted him to feel how I felt, I wanted him to understand; but my voice was barely above a whisper.
He was a mess. He was sat on the pavement, tears rolling down his cheeks, the letter still clutched in his grasp.
He stood up and took a step towards me.
I took one back.
Automatically his face went hot and a sob broke from his lips. I was motionless. How was I supposed to react?
I had been so angry that I didn't even notice that I too had been crying.
"I didn't want you to know," he choked out, "I didn't want you to be hurt."
I wanted to swear, I wanted to hit him, I wanted to tell him that I loved him. But girls like me don't get what they want. I closed my eyes letting one last tear drop off of my chin. Spinning around I walked towards the motel. I walked away from him and I didn't look back.
