Frozen Desires

Lake party - Day 6 (Part 4)

Ryder's POV:

I wake up after half an hour of sleeping. I look around.

So it wasn't a dream.

The tears start again after I think about what happened.

It kind of hurts that Kristoff hasn't come back..

It really shows how easily someone can use me and walk away.

I know, you're probably like, 'Omg Ryder, get over it, you're such a drama queen.'

True, I am dramatic, but this isn't the first time this has happened.

I trusted him with everything.

I sigh and I close my eyes, the tears falling down from the corner of my eyes and onto the pillow.

A few hours later..

I'm waken up by a soft knocking on my door.

"Ryder.." A voice softly says.

The voice of someone I don't want to associate myself with.

I turn over on my stomach and try to filter out his voice.

"Ryder.. I know you're in there.." He softly says.

I cover my ears with my pillow, hoping it's just in my head.

"G-Go away.." I say to myself, hoping the voices in my head will listen.

"Ryder.. please.." His voice breaks.

I feel bad-

No.

I can't forgive him just for his tears. Not again.

"Go away, Kristoff.."

"Ryder.. I know you don't want to be friends anymore.. but I don't want to end it on a bad note.."

I scoff. Friends. You really made me believe we were more than that.

"I'm sorry, Ryder.. I truly am.."

"You apologized once. You made the same mistake. Why should I forgive you??" I say, my head still under the pillow.

"Because I still really care about you."

"No you don't.."

"Ryder.. if I didn't care, I would've let you sit here and cry. Just please, unzip the flap," he says softly.

I sigh. I get up and I look in the mirror.

My cheeks are hot and red. My eyes are red and puffy. I look like I've been on drugs for months.

I look at the clock. It's 6:46pm.

I unzip the zipper, and I lift up the flap to the tent.

He walks in and looks at me, guiltily. 

He has the same face I do; red, hot cheeks and red, puffy eyes.

I walk toward my bed. I sit on the middle of it and he sits on the foot, facing me.

We sit in awkward silence with pain in our eyes.

"Speak.." I softly say.

He takes a deep breath.

"I just.. I couldn't stand to see you both hurt.."

"Kristoff.. this isn't about you.. It's about me.."

"Do you not realize that you did the exact same thing to me two times?"

He sighs, "Yeah.. I see it.."