Why does it have to be you?!
This story or scene or plot, whatever you call it, is based on imagination.
This gap between him and I, it was getting bigger. Those feelings I had for him, they were getting
weaker. It was funny how he managed to ask the question: "How come you don't want to tell
anyone that you like or love them?"
Side by side we ran through this pouring rain with no umbrella. We were running, but the rain
slowed us down. Right to the bone we were soaked by the rain. I stopped running, letting my feet
eventually drag themselves on the cold concrete. It was only seconds later he slowed down too
and turned to look at me. He asked, "What's wrong?"
I couldn't help but curl up my fingers, balling my hands. They clenched so tightly, I could feel my
nails digging into my skin. I could feel the tears about to run on their own. I began to shake and
shiver. My eyes diverted themselves to the ground.
I opened my mouth, I wanted to say what he would do, tell the person you like how you feel so
they are aware.
His own figure moved towards me. On instinct, I moved backwards.
"I... I'm sorry." I couldn't hold back from crying. Later, I realised, this would make him more
concerned. I didn't want to burden him anymore. We had lost so many band membrs, so many
opportunities and we were facing so much despair. Telling him how I felt would only make things
worse. I looked at him straight in the eye and pulled up the brightest smile I could muster.
"Remember that one time at the party, you told me to tell that person that I like that I like them
anyway, right? Well..."
For a moment, I felt time stop. I stared at his concerned features. I thought to myself: "Is this really
the next person I really want to lose? I've lost everyone I was closest to saying how I felt. Why did it have to be you?"
"Well, I- I- I don't tell it to anyone because I'm not sure of my own feelings!" I explained. I was
breaking down inside. It almost felt like I was shattering myself because I couldn't tell him.
"Let's go, there's nothing really to worry about!"
He had someone else he loves. I shouldn't interfere, I didn't want to get in the way. I pulled him
with me through the rain until we reached the end of the street, to our destination. Seeing him
smile with and for the one he loves, I don't want to take away that. It was only his smile that has
kept me to where I was.
His shirt had clung to his skin but I gripped it in my hand, I tugged on it. He looked at me with his
eyes questioning what was I doing.
My eyes let themselves fill up and streak down my face.
"At least- At least promise me that you won't forget me, promise me that you won't leave me
behind!"
He simply nodded, simply said "yes". He pulled away and I unclenched the soaked fabric, let alone
making it feel like an empty promise. He walked right down the hall, right ahead of me.
When he was far enough and I doubted he could hear me, I mustered with the softest voice I could
to myself:
"I never knew it was possible. But hey, I think I'm in love with you."
I will be voice acting this in a video, so stay tuned >w<
