say you won’t let go.
cafemxchas:
joyce despises the way he has the audacity to be looking at her like she means the entire world to him when in reality, it’s probably an entire facade that he’s using to save himself. she raises her small fists to his chest, banging against it with utterly weak punches, because although the princess is overwhelmed, she’s so in love with him, salty tears finally spilling down her tainted cheeks. she sniffles, wanting nothing more than to lean into his touch, but she removes his hands from her face as fast as he had placed them there. “you’re not sorry, you freaking jerk, if you had any dignity, you would have spoken to me sooner instead of putting us both through this. i’m so angry at you, i don’t know how i–”
everything freezes for a moment, confusion overtaking and her mind trying to wrap around and process zachary’s words as she wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her academy sweater. “what do i mean? what on earth do you mean?” she shoots back, so loud, the sound of her voice echoes across the empty hallway. no longer want to be with him? break up? when on earth did zach come up with such a stupid, stupid idea? her facial expression twists, squinting up at the male accusingly. “wait. is this why you’ve been ignoring me? you thought i was ending things with you so to avoid it you sorted to this?” and for some reason, she chokes back a sob and a laugh at the same time. her boyfriend is such an idiot, he really is, god she adores him to bits.
she goes back to punching him lightly. “where did you even get the idea that i wanted to break up? that’s never been on my mind once. i’m so happy with you, zach. there’s no one else i’d rather be with than you.” and she means it. her voice is laced with such sincerity, and she can’t deny that she was initially frightened that he stopped loving her. she doesn’t want to lose his affection ever. it literally kills her inside to think about that, to lose the person she wants by her side until the end of time.
hearing the distrust in her voices hurts more than he prepared himself for, late but finally willing to accept the truth about the impending end to their relationship has its number of downsides after all, this being one of them. it's over. the fact is difficult to swallow, and harder to digest. had he known that they were on borrowed time, zachary would have put a lot more effort and time into their relationship, would have taken her out more, would have let her know how much she really means to him.
confusion takes on his overall expression, letting his guard down momentarily to analyze the mirrored look on joyce's face. it wasn't until she raised her voice did he snap back to the reality that they're currently fighting in the middle of the hall, and although their location should be the last of his concerns, he doesn't want anyone to interfere, nor get trouble for causing a scene when everyone's in class, all the while skipping. zachary takes the princess' hand and takes her to a more secluded area, pushing down the urge to act on the possibility of everything being a misunderstanding, so not to have his hopes crushed. "isn't that what you wanted?" his voice pleads for a no, searching her eyes for the answer he's been looking for yet cowardly avoiding. having his plan repeated out loud made zachary realize how stupid it sounds and is. though if given the same situation twice, he probably would have done the same thing because that's what he is; stupid. stupidly in love.
relief washes over him at the sound of her laugh, but he'd be lying if he said he's not the least bit confused. "i heard you talking about how boring it is being with me…" he began "and how it's no fun, and that you have to pretend that you're enjoying yourself." he finally lets go of her hand, rubbing the nape of his neck, avoiding eye contact. "i'm sorry for eavesdropping, it wasn't my intention. i just happened to pass by…"
