Leave

An event based on reality. Not very interesting.

"Why are you even here?"

He looked into her troubled eyes that promised sorrow. She was always troubled and she frequently used the word 'always' as well. He didn't know what it was that made him like her as much as he did. But he hated her too. She was his source of obfuscation. She was important, and yet he hated her. And she was aware of it.

As she sat next to him, shooting a glare his way, he was compelled to speak his mind.

"I can't help it - all the things you do that make me hate you. But it just doesn't matter because that smallest moment when everything's fine and you smile, it just weighs out all that other s**t. It's why I stay, so shh."

Her expression was indescribable; lips pursed, she focused on her surroundings. He thought he saw a glint of regret in her eyes.

The sky was as grey as they liked it - obnubilating, yet a bit white with clouds. People were hectic in their own ways. But silence prevailed between the pair stiffly resting on the bench before the small coffee shop.

"I'm sorry," she had finally said. "I'm too confused for this."

This. He knew precisely what she alluded to: the fact that they liked eachother. But they were both averse to getting detached - for love did that.
Though he was relieved he'd never spoken the word 'like', nor 'love' to her for that matter, he was attracted to her.

She wasn't beautiful - in fact she was a little chubby and short. It was her hateful mind that he liked. Her strong, intimidating aura, her weaknesses that only he knew. She was troubling his mind and so was he hers. He knew, for she had never been intimidated by him, and she was the strongest one when he was angry. She was his confidant.

"Dangerous..." she broke his reverie of thoughts.

"What?"

"You."

Then right there, she hit the spot. Her frown prominent, she closed her eyes in melancholy.

"I thought you'd be the last person to say that."

"Sorry."

Silence.

"Are you mad?"

He ignored her.

"Liam..."

Simply hurt, he just stood up and vanished out of her sight.

He didn't want to, but he had the urge to talk to her after several days. It was their nature, they had to keep coming back.
It was raining one evening, Liam sat alone in the small coffee shop and stared out in the dark. The streets were empty, heavy rain hurt the asphalt of the streets.

He placed a call.

"Yeah?"

"How are you, Ghost?"

Ghost, oh, he knew how much she'd loved that nickname.

"Leave..."

"What?"

"Leave me alone!"

"Are you sure? 'Cause remember who it was that came back last time you left?"

"I don't remember and I don't care. Just leave."

"Okay."

Mad again. It was raining harder. He fetched his umbrella and stepped out into the empty streets - only to hear heart-wrenching sobs. The bench wasn't empty after all.

Umbrella held straight, he just stood there ever so silently. She cried into her hands, her short hair dripping, her body soaked. She was a mess. He wanted to hug her. But...

She looked up and stared at him with wide eyes; the rain hid her tears, her pale face stained with water. Their eyes were padlocked, their mouths wordless.

Suddenly, she got up and ran the other way. He merely watched her slip away. She fell on the ground, but shuffled to get up and hobble on.

Liam knew now. He had never expressed his feelings for her aloud. Never showed much of his feelings. Everyday they spent together was a present and it loaded their bags of pain. No wonder were they a pair of confused teens.

But the thing he was certain of was that he would never see her again.

Author's Note

It's just an event I thought I'd write seeing as I was bored.

Reviews

[Nusquam Esse]

mmm, a few aspects of the scene could have been better expressed, almost as though the mental image I had was temporarily suspended in limbo, placed on hiatus. However, this is powerful! As someone who has been in the very same situation, I can relate to this very well; so I really do like this. He admits that she is riddled with faults, not even beautiful so much as she was filled with anger... yet what would turn most people off, just drew him in closer. Loved your last line.

[Dai Hanshou]

I was lacking information. But now that I know what's wrong, I'll work on it. Thank you for sparing your time on this.