“I like him. I really do,” I said, not daring to meet your eyes, “But he isn’t the one who will make me happy.”
“Isn’t happiness something you decide?” you smirked at me, “Just make yourself believe you’re happy, like you always do,” you said, so calmly, like it didn’t bother you.
I glanced up for a second, meeting your eyes, before letting my eyes dart away. I didn’t say a thing. How could I? You’ve already made up your mind and I should have known by now that this was nothing more than a fling. Still, the ache in my heart refused to stop hurting.
“What’s up? Why the sad face?” you studied my face. I shook my head. “I need to go,” I said, my voice cracking slightly. I untangled myself from your arms, suppressing a shiver from the sudden chill. I looked around the room, looking for my missing clothes.
You pushed yourself up on your elbows, your hair in disarray, causing you to looking even more arresting. “What’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything…” your voice trailed off, unsure of how to respond to my sudden coldness.
I ran a hand through my already bedraggled hair. “What if I can’t?!” I spun around, tears stinging my eyes. “What if I can never be happy with him? No matter how much I try to make myself believe it?” my heart was thumping furiously as I pulled on my clothes. How could you not understand? “What if you’re the only one who can make me happy? Then what?”
You stared up at me, stunned. “I…I…” your brows furrowed.
Frustrated, I grabbed my bag and walked out of the room, not even bothering to look back.
“Meina! Wait!”
“What for? I’m just wasting time here!” I cried out.
“I’m sorry,” your arms came around me and held me tightly. “I can’t. This is the best I can do. I thought you understood.”
“So did I,” my voice barely above a whisper, "So did I, Leo," I struggled out of your arms and run out the door, knowing but refusing to acknowledge that I would come back sooner or later anyway.
