Random thoughts

11 (short story)

One day, everything we had, or I thought we had, just stopped.
Every conversation was kept in a box. And sometimes I peek in that box and look through everything. And then I start to cry. And then I close the box and leave.
And then I have an urge to talk to you. But I don't.
Because I know that while I'm here, wanting to talk to you, you're somewhere else. You're thinking about another girl, or sports practice. Anything but me.
And so I tried to leave. I tried to take that one leap of fate that would guide me to a place that I could only imagine. But something stopped me. It tugged at my hand every time I went to take a step away.
Then, it intertwined with my hand. And I look back, and I'm met with the face that broke me so long ago.
I feel the tears, wet on my cheeks.
I try to run, but our hands are still intertwined. You pull me to you and hold me in your arms.
I've been dreaming for this, but now it seems too easy. The first time I let you in, you broke my heart. You broke me.
And so I try to leave again.
But this time, my lips are met with something soft. Another pair of lips. And then I realize they belong to you.
And I fight the urge to melt into your arms.
You pull away and I realize how red your eyes are and how dark the bags underneath them are.
"Why..." you ask, your voice breaking at the end. I stay quiet. Hearing your voice after so long feels like a bullet through my heart.
"Why won't you kiss me...?" You say, more as begging than questioning. I stay silent.
"As soon as I left you, I regretted everything. And then when I saw you when you changed yourself, I was heartbroken. I couldn't believe that you cut your hair, wore revealing clothes. I made you change into someone else." You paused, clenching your other fist tight.
"And then I realized why. Because you knew I loved your hair. You knew I loved putting my hand through it. You knew I loved how soft and silky it was, so you took it away from me. You knew I loved how you didn't wear things to impress others. You knew I loved how you wore sweatpants and oversized hoodies because all you wanted to do was be comfortable. You took that away from me too. You tried to disguise yourself." You continue, tears slowly leaving your eyes.
I stay quiet again, not knowing what to say. You take a strand of my short hair and put it behind my ear, slightly making me blush.
"Why won't love me?" You break.
I decide to let go. Because deep down, I know that I love you.
"I love you, damn it!" I say, tears still rolling down my cheeks. "I love you so damn much!".
You look into my eyes. "But you didn't kiss me..." you say, more as a question than a statement.
"Because I was so freaking scared! I was scared of loosing you again, so I decided that I couldn't loose you if I never let you in." I start, moving closer to you.
"When you left, I couldn't bear the memories I had. The memories of you putting your hands through my hair, of you complementing my outfit even thought I wore practically the same thing every single day. I couldn't take it! So I got rid of everything you loved about me because that was the only way to forget!" I continued, my hair moving viciously in the wind.
"But I didn't.... I didn't forget. Every time I saw you, it all came back. But I just kept up the facade. I didn't give up..." I said in a more shushed tone.
Before you can say anything, I pull you into a kiss. And soon enough, we're in our own little universe.

THE END

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A/N:
This isn't necessary a short story, but I didn't have any characters, so I didn't include it in my short stories or one shot books. Hope you enjoyed anyways!

Story WC: 679 words
A/N + Story WC: 720 words