What Life Gives Us

"So this is it," he starts. My back is now pressed against the wall and I was silently wishing that the floor would swallow me whole, he look furious.

"This is where you run off to everyday after school? This is why you don't eat, why you won't ever let me come over?" he says slowly walking to me, I gulp as fear rises in me. His green eyes are full of anger and something else, but it's his blank face that's killing me.

He probably think I'm disgusting now, he won't want anything to do with me. Why do I have to be the way I am? Why do I have this darkness that seeps into every aspect of happiness in my life, and rips it apart piece by piece?

"I kind of don't have a choice-"

"You had every choice! You could have told me when we met, you wouldn't had to have hid it from me..." he is only a foot in front of my face at this point, the fear overtaking my body is like nothing of ever felt.

Lie.

"I didn't want you to think of me as this..." I trail off suddenly feeling my throat dry out.

"Charity case?" I feel tears prick my eyes at this, so he does think of me as a pathetic excuse of a girl... glad we're on the same page.

"Don't ever think of yourself that way, you are more perfect than anyone I've ever met and I wouldn't ask anyone to change you. This, this insecurity, you shouldn't feel it because your beautiful. Your smile makes me want to gush over you, your eyes are like to dark forests I get lost in every time I look at your perfect face... Your the best thing that's happened to me in so long, and I'll be damned if I lose you to this."