"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry Mitch, it's just not working out."

Him. The love of my life. My boyfriend. My everything…was telling me it wasn't working out?

"What the hell do you mean 'it's not working out'? That's how you're going to end it with me? After everything we've been through together? After everything we've said to each other?" I yelled, my fists tightening as my nails dug into my hand. I didn't care. He shrugged, looking away.

"It's just, not as easy as it used to be. I'm sorry. Really, I am." He replied, looking at me through the screen of his raven black hair, eyes glistening from the sunset, now almost completely sunk into the distant horizon. I blinked.

"Not as easy as it used to be? Shane, love isn't supposed to be easy. When has it ever been easy? The hell I know it hasn't been with you. How can you possibly walk away like this? How can you do that Shane? How can you do this to me?" Pushing on his chest, my voice raised high. He just stood there, taking it, not responding. I looked into his eyes.

"How could you Shane?" I asked, pleading. Pleading to know what I did wrong. What did I do that was so bad to make him not want me anymore? He just stared.

"How could you!" I yelled, pushing on his chest again. The jerk just stood there. Just watched, as if enjoying all the pain that was now pulsing through my body.

"I'm sorry, Mitchie." Was all he said. I'm sorry? I'm sorry?!

I reached up and slapped him dead on his cheek. His hand flew up to cup his now pink flesh as I stared straight into his eyes.

"Go to hell Shane."

As I turned and walked away, the silent tears of rejection, hurt and pain made there way down my cheeks. I angrily wiped them away. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. How could I have been so blind? Was the past year of my life really just a joke? Was he just leading me on? Telling me that he loved me, that I was the only one? How could he do it? How could he have done this to me? More tears spilled out as I continued to increase my speed up the hill.

I trusted him. I loved him. Through everything. The rumors, the media, the gorgeous girls. I stood by him and loved him through it all. And he tells me it's not easy? He walks out on me?

Gasps started coming as I reached the top of the hill. I didn't even know where I was or where I was going. Trying to control the sobs, I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying to think, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I staggered along, crying, as I searched for a way back to camp.

He drags me out here, out to our spot, to break up with me? And now I can't even find the freaking way back. Stopping, just stopping, I let my hand fall to my side. Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths, trying to control myself. Trying and praying for everything to just stop.

Opening my eyes with a vengance – I ran. I just ran. I tried to run off the pain, the hurt. All the emotions I wasn't even sure I was feeling. I just ran. Seeing a faint light in the distance, I followed it. Picking up my speed, and loud sobs coming from deep inside my throat, I ran. Rain started to come down in droplets, and then the sky burst into a down pour as I continued to run. My clothes were immediately drenched, but I didn't feel it – didn't care. I let the rain pelt down on to my head, mixing with my tears.

As I got closer to the flickering light, I blindly set my sights on it. Not caring what was in front of me, around me, I just ran to it. Tears streaming down my face, I saw a figure step out in front of me and grab hold of my shoulders. Stopping dead in my tracks I skidded and let out a gasp, sobbing through it all.

"Let me go. God, just let me go!" I sobbed, squirming as the figure pulled me out into the moonlight.

"Mitchie. Mitchie! Stop! What's going on? What's wrong?" Looking up, I saw the familiar warm, brown eyes of Nate. Letting out a cross between a sob and a gasp, I flung myself into his arms.

"Mitchie, Mitchie. What's wrong? Talk to me hun, you're scaring me." He said, voice as smooth as ever, but I could hear the concern in it. I shook my head, I wasn't ready. I couldn't tell him. Maybe if I didn't tell him, it might not be real.

"Okay, it's alright. Just breathe Mitch, just breathe." He said soothingly, wrapping his arms around my shaking body. I continued to sob and shake my head as the scene at the lake unwillingly replayed through my mind.

"Shh. It's okay. It'll be allright." He continued to comfortingly rub little circles on the small of my back. Surprisingly, my breathing started to level out. I opened my eyes slowly and tried to take in normal breaths of air. My cheek was still pressed against his chest as I slowly closed them again, exhaustion taking over my mind.

"Okay hun, let's get you dried off." I heard as I felt him pick me up bridal-style. Knowing I was finally safe, I slipped off into darkness.

Thoughts? Seeing as my last 2 stories were deleted, I wanted to write a story that would be accepted. So try to report me now..

Moving along, I wrote this on a whim with a small to no ideas in my head as to where it's going or what's going to happen. Ideas are completely welcome and appreciated.

Talk to ya'll soon.

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