"Jean, please give us another chance." He whispered, stroking my hair. "I'm sorry, Dyl. I…just…I can't do it anymore." A new wave of tears slid down from my cheeks.
I pulled away from the hug, earning a puzzled look from him. "Your shirt might get wet." I croaked, trying to force a smile.
"God, Jean! How can you think of that at a time like this?" he chuckled, cupping my face with his hands.
"Please, Jean. One more chance is all I need. I'll never do it again." My heart felt like it was going to explode. Those words jabbed my heart. Plus, it made me feel nostalgic.
"I'm tired now, Dylan. I hear those words every time. I'm growing tired of hearing it." I pulled away from him. He tried to hold me again but I dodged away.
"Do you know how much it hurts for me to know that my boyfriend cheats on me? Plus, to actually see you flirt with them when we're on a date? It's like you even forget that I was even there! I tend to let it slide, telling myself that it was just a mere slip of the eye or any other lame excuses that I'll make up. God, it hurts so much!" I shook violently, hugging myself to ease the pain.
"Shut up, Dylan. I don't need your pity." I chuckled bitterly. "In fact, I didn't need it when I try to act that I'm okay even though, I'm not."
I shook my head. "And the sad thing is, you don't even know the half of the pain that I felt… or those silent tears I cry every night or how much my heart aches when my friends tell me that they saw you with another girl and advises me to break up with you." I furiously wiped my tears away but they just won't stop.
"Jeannie, I didn't know." He whispers.
I turn around and looked at him. "Of course you didn't know! You don't care about anyone but yourself."
"I should've followed Mia's advice. I should've broken up with you when I saw kissing another girl." He flinched.
"But do you know why I didn't? It's because I love you, Dylan. I gave you my trust but I didn't realize that you take it for granted until now."
"I must be so stupid, right? I mean what other girl would not break-up with you after seeing that? I guess it was just me. Stupid, stupid me." I didn't even care how I looked right now as long as I said those words that I've been meaning to tell him for so long.
He just stood there, his eyes glazed and his expression unreadable. He pulled me close to him and caressed my cheek.
I pulled abruptly away from his touch. "Touching me won't solve things Dylan. It won't."
"Jean, don't say that."
"Then what do you want me to say, Dylan?" The spot where he touched made my skin burn.
He sigh a heavy sigh. "Jean, let's just forget about this, okay? I'll make it up to you." He said as he grabbed my hand to lead me to his car.
Anger bubbled up in my chest. I shook his hand away from me. His eyes stared at me, wide in shock.
"Who do you think you are? Mostly, who do you think I am? Touching me won't help!And I'm sure as hell that I'll never forget it!" Tears rolled down from my cheeks at an unbelievable rate.
Anger took the best of me and I unconsciously slapped his right cheek. It left a red mark on it. He winced as he touched the sore spot.
"You deserve that you jerk! You two-timing jerk!" I screamed. He pulled me into his arms and rubbed circles on my back. I tried to pull away but his grip on me tightened. I just stood there, punching his chest. It was useless.
"Jean, stop it." He whispered. Instead I did the opposite. I felt like I cried my anger out. (If that's even possible)
He held up my chin causing me to look at him. "You're a sight for sore eyes." He smiled. I scoffed. Yeah, I look horrible. I get it you jerk.
He chuckled and crashed his lips on mine. I let him since I didn't know what to do. I didn't kiss him back though. I just stood there, expressionless. He pulled away and panted.
"Jean. You're one of the best things that happened to me." He smiled. "Forgive me, Jean?"
He gave me a look of longing and a pleading look which I think was genuine. I stood there, remembering all the things that I loved about him.
His blonde hair that fell on his gorgeous blue eyes. His strong arms that held me gently when I cried. His toned and muscular body that I loved to hug. The softness of his slightly-tanned skin. His reassuring voice. The dimples that appeared when he smiled. And those soft, lips of his that used to kiss me with so much passion and affection.
I'll miss that so much.
I unconsciously let my hands explore to the places that I described. When I finally gained consciousness, my hands froze at his lips which he pressed a light kiss.
"I'm sorry, Dyl. I just…can't." I croaked as I blinked away tears. I ran away from him, leaving him standing there, alone.
I found myself at the front door of my house. I didn't even know how I got here. I sighed and opened the door. Surprisingly, nobody was home.
I felt relieved since I didn't have to face the worried look and never-ending questions that my sister will give me.
I quickly went upstairs, still crying. As the door closed behind me, I lost control. I smashed pictures, threw my pillows and basically went wild.
Emotions swirled inside me. Anger, hurt, jealously, sadness and relief.
"AHHH!" I emitted a frustrating scream as I sat down at the foot of my bed. Tears still didn't stop as I continuously wiped them away.
I glanced up and notice a picture that I didn't smashed. It was his picture. A smile tugged at the end of my lips as I grabbed the picture. I stared at his smiling face and felt tears fall down again.
"I love you, Dylan. So much that it hurts. I tried to bear all of this but I couldn't contain it anymore. Not anymore when I saw you with Lea. Even freaking Lea!"
"I'm sorry it had to end this way. I guess we're just not meant to be after all." I said as I wrote a letter.
After that, I shoved pills down my throat. Before I knew it, I was sprawled on the floor, the pills resting on my right hand.
A piece of pink paper landed on her chest.
"We were just not meant to be." The note says.
Hey Guys! Sorry if I didn't update my other story yet! :D This story had been on my mind and whenever I try to write another chapter for "I hate my Life" I tend to mess it up.
So I finally made it to get it off of my mind.
I hope you'll like it!
And oh, FIRST ONE-SHOT EVER! :)