I stared in to his deep brown eyes that held desperation as he said "you can't go". The pain in my chest only increased at the sound of his voice, croaky and hoarse. He sounded like he was going to cry, making me want to hold him, but I had to make my point clear. "Oh but I can", I sneered trying to get him to feel and understand that couldn't take it anymore here. I wanted to feel like I didn't want him, it will make everything a lot easier. "You can't go......do you know how much pain your giving the people around you? Do you know how much pain your giving me?", he said taking a step closer. His voice was filled with so much sadness, hurt and anger. "It isn't like anyone is going to miss me, everyone hates me....a lot", I muttered, my voice filled with anger, and and damp feelings. "I thought we had something", he mumbled, pain crystal clear in his voice. Now one of his crystal blue tears slid down his flawless face. Why did he have to have the power to make someone feel guilty? "AND YOU THINK PUNCHING AND HITTING ME WAS SOMETHING", I yelled my bottom lip wobbling, as one of my tears slid down my scared face that I immediately wiped away. Suddenly I felt warm arms wrap them self around my body. I instantly moulded in to his body and I instinctively flinched away as he tried to put his chin on my head. "Not every kind of love is easy"
17 parts