For You

the things you'd do for someone

  'Why...? Did it really have to be this way?' His last thought was voiced aloud. He watched the girl in front of him as she spoke, her head tilted down to hide her weeping face. "James no, it doesn't have to-" 

  "Yes it does Leanne, it does" James didn't look upset, he was trying to keep calm. He didn't want to lose his temper, his self control. Had he expected this to ever happen? No, of course not. Had he wanted this to happen? No, what sane boyfriend would? But what could he do now? Things were irreversible.

  "James, please, what have I done wrong? We can work this out, please!" Tears poured down Leanne's cheeks as she pleaded, almost begged him. She reached out as if to grab him to make him listen and understand but he stepped out of reach.

  "Don't touch me." James' calm facade was fading, his anger bubbled to the surface like a volcano ready to blow. "'What have I done wrong?' Really? I can't believe I trusted you."

  Leanne's head snapped up to look at him. "You know?" James glared at her, "Of course I know. Why Leanne, why? I loved you. And I thought you loved me too. So why?"

  A tear slid down his cheek as Leanne looked away from him, crushing any small hope he had that what he had seen was a lie, that it wasn't what he looked like. " Why did you cheat on me Leanne?" 

  Memories of the two of of them flashed through his mind. Their first kiss, how it felt, how sweet and soft her lips were. Their first date, how nervous he was as he got ready, and how she took his breath away and completely stunned him when he came to pick her up. And then, their first time together...

  How scared he had been of hurting her. How happy he was when he found out they were each other's first. How they'd given the other everything. He'd expected nothing wrong then. But now...

  "James, I can explain, I-" His glare intensified as she said this. "Explain what? How you and Edward accidentally started making out behind the school?  Or maybe how his hands accidentally went up your shirt and how your hands magically found their way to his pants? Go ahead Leanne, EXPLAIN."

  She looked back down; she knew she'd been caught, and she regretted what had happened. "James, I didn't mean for it to happen! It won't hap-" James turned and began to walk away, "Your right, it won't happen again, because we're through."

  She fell to her knees and called out to him. "I did it for you James! I did it for you!" James turned around, walked back to her and placed a small black velvet box in front of her "For me? Well, this is what I was gonna do for you. Hope you're happy Leanne."

  He walked away again, this time not pausing or turning around. He left, out of her life forever. He was gone...

  "I did it for you..." WIth her hands shaking she reached inside her jacket pocket and pulled out some pictures and a lighter. She'd loved him enough to do anything for him. She'd done it to protect him. But look at what she'd done...

  Leanne started to burn the pictures, watching as they burned and curled and slowly turned into ash. But before they were completely gone, the last picture seen was one of James, sticking a needle in his arm with five words written in bold red: This is for you James. -Edward.

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