"I'm sorry," I mutter.
"What?! Sorry? You say all of that and your SORRY?" He roars.
"Yes," I manage to mumble, my gaze reaching my feet.
"I don't get this. I don't get you. I love you. And this is how you repay me?" He sighs.
The words strike me like bullets but anger blocks them.
"Repay you? I don't owe you anything. I can't love you, I don't even know who I am!" I say.
"Tell you what, why don't we start again? You can love me and I'll love you back?" He asks.
"What! No. I told you. I. Can't. Love. You," I whisper, tears filling my eyes.
That's when I begin to run. I run like wind. Like a cheetah running for prey, however this time, I'm the prey. My life and words cyclone around my head, making me dizzy. I love you. Three simple words that could crush someone into the depths of despair or make someone your one and only. Though I guess, I wasn't lucky enough to not lie when saying it back. I never meant it. I couldn't. Even if I forced myself to urge the words out my mouth, to scream them out, to mean it. I never could. I could manage a whisper, a stutter, a nothing. They say you can't love anyone till you love yourself. But that isn't true. He loved me more than I could ever love myself.
As I reach my front drive, I see a familiar figure standing at the door. Zoe.
"Hey," she grins.
"Hi," I croak.
"What's up with you?" She asks.
"Nothing, I'm fine,"
"You don't look fine,"
I wipe the orb of water off my cheek, a discrete thief of happiness.
"Thanks," I fake laugh.
"Seriously. What's up?" She repeats.
"I can't,"
"You can't what?"
I can't do this anymore. I can't go through this. I can't look at anyone, see how joyful they are. I can't not sulk. I can't figure anything out.
"I can't tell you," I mumble.
"You're joking, right?"
"No,"
