September Fifteenth:

Chapter One:

By: itsVKEE.

Sometimes, no matter how hard we wish it didn't, things fade. Just like my relationship had. I knew it was bound to end sooner or later. We had dated for a year and a half, and boy was it something. We fought like no tomorrow, but then made up eventually. Nate and I, we were something. Everyone chuckled when I'd randomly poke him and he'd squeeze me a little tighter. It was always us two.' The fairytale ending'.

At least that's what I thought. Today was supposed to be another great memory to add to the wonderful two years we had had together. But instead we stood in the rain watching as the cars rushed past us spraying water over our legs. There was something different about tonight; not happy and lust-filled like it had always been.

"Ashe," he said slowly looking into my eyes. I wondered what my reflection looked like because from the look in his eyes it seemed like he was having a hard time figuring out what to say to me – almost as if his words, no matter which way he said it, were going to hurt me.

I stared at him.

"I'm breaking up with you."

"You're-" He stuck his hands in his pockets and stared over my shoulder. It was suddenly as if he didn't want to be anywhere remotely near me, let alone being seen with me on a street. "You're breaking up with me."

"I- yeah." he mumbled.

"There's another girl isn't there?" I muttered.

"No, there's no one else."

"Then tell me why."

"What's there to tell? I don't want to be with you anymore."

"That's what you said the last time, then what did you do? You came crawling back. The fool I was to actually think you'd changed."

"Ashe, I wanted you then as much as I did the time before that-"

"So what about now? Don't you want me now?" I snapped.

"Ashe come on. What we had was great, but-"

"But what? Just because I didn't fuck you like every other girl has. Was that it? You're breaking up with me because I wouldn't have sex with you. You disgust me Nate."

"This isn't about the sex Ashe. It never was about the sex."

"Then what was it? I'm sick of having to pry information out of you. I'm sick of this, you're clearly not interested in me anymore, and I'm sick of waiting."

He didn't respond as I looked at him. "You know what, fuck you Nathan. If you actually grow some balls and talk to me then fine, but when you finally do you'll find that I won't want you anymore." I turned to leave but felt Nathan grasp my wrist.

"Ashe."

"Just let me go Nate." I growled as I pulled my arm out of his. "Ashe."

"It's too late for apologies Nate. You told me you never wanted to see me again, so here I am- leaving; just like you told me to." I sneered.

"You know I never meant it like that." Nate sighed.

"Then what did you mean? What other interpretations are I meant to get from 'I never want to see you again.'? Hmm tell me that Nate," I yelled "and what else am I supposed to say when you said you were leaving? You telling me you're 'sorry', and it's too late to take all the shit you've done back. You're nothing but an asshole."

"Ashe." he tried, but gave up because there was nothing left to be said.

I turned and walked away back home. I started to run. The rain was getting heavier. I was wet inside and out, there was no use putting up an umbrella that would have come in handy if I hadn't been crying or yelling so hard.

"Honey, are you okay?"

"Mom?" I frowned opening my eyes

"Are you alright?"

"I'm not too sure, seeing as I'm pretty much sobbing my eyes out of my sockets."

My mother chuckled as she shifted herself to get more comfy on my bed. "You know. We all go through breakups all the time. I remember one time when I was in high school, my friend Greta and I, we were freshman cheerleaders. We thought we were so cool because we were popularand considered 'pretty'. So one day when practice had finished, a boy named Tommy Wilkins came over to me and Greta and asked me on a date to the school dance. Being the naive freshman I was, I said yes. He told me he'd pick me up at 7:30 on the Friday," she cleared her throat and continued her story "So when I had gotten all dressed up and ready to go, seven thirty came round and he wasn't here. I was so upset that he didn't come, but your father drove past my house to find me waiting outside all alone-"

"And then I took her to the school dance, we had the best time. I remember Tommy's jaw hitting the floor when I walked in with your mother." my dad finished the story leaning against my door frame.

"What was the point of that story?"

"The point of that story was that you shouldn't let one boy bring you down." Dad smiled as he hugged me. I couldn't hold back the tears that welled in my eyes. Stupid tear ducts. Why did you have to exist?

"He- he- he said that he never wanted to- see me a-gain! I mean, who would do that? Then he- comes- back and tells me- that he didn't mean- it that- way. How- am I- supposed- to react- to that? What- could- I have- said?"

"Oh baby, don't worry. He's stupid anyway." my mom chuckled. I wiped my cheeks with my tear stained sleeves and cried.

"Come on, into bed." My mother smiled as she cuddled me.

"Tomorrow, we'll talk about it, okay honey?" my dad smiled down at me as my parents tucked me into bed.

I nodded as I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep. My parents both kissed my forehead and turned off my desk lamp before closing my bedroom door.

I cried my heart out that night, hoping the tears would stop.

But they didn't.