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Hurt
Why did it hurt so much? Why was it that every time they fought - voices raised, their words harsh and uncaring- she wanted to claw out of her skin, to run like the devil himself was nipping at her heels?
Why was it that she wanted to hurt him as badly as he was hurting her?
And why did it hurt so much to watch him leave?
Why was it that the moment he left her side, her heart ached to call him back, to apologize repeatedly until he believed in her again, until she could convince him that she hadn't meant a word she'd said.
But it wasn't that easy. Words, spoken in anger, couldn't be taken back. The pain they'd caused couldn't be forgotten that easily.
It should have been easy to hate him, to write him off as another fool who had no idea what it was to be loved, and to love in return.
It should have been easy to turn her back, to walk away without a second thought.
It should have been easy- but it wasn't- because with every step he took, he took a piece of her heart with him.
Why couldn't she hate him, forget that he was her best friend, forget the look in his eyes as he turned away, the glitter - that for one brief moment - resembled tears, or forget the grimace on his face as her tears fell with a splash against her skin.
But she couldn't hate him; he was everything to her. She couldn't hate him because he'd never known what love was, and couldn't be blamed for not seeing it for the beautiful thing it could be.
She couldn't hate him, because to hate him would hurt her more than anything else could.
A/N: This was originally written for the lj prompt 'Splash'. but I missed the deadline by a few hours.
I am sorry for the wait in posting for Deserted as well. I'll do what I can to get the chapters edited and posted.
They will be smaller chapters as I am still having issues with my health, but I'll do my best to post at least one by Friday.
I am sorry for the wait, guys- truly I am. Real life has it out for me, I swear.
*HUGS*
Neisha