|
I Can't Love You Anymore Prologue "Where are you going?" I jumped. Putting a hand over my heart, I turned around to face HIM. "You startled me! Since when did you care of my whereabouts?" "I was just curious..." His voice trailed off as his eyes surveyed the pile of clothes ready to be packed into my suitcase, "You’re actually leaving me, aren’t you?" Instead of answering, I turned my back on him and continued packing. My body started to shake as I was trying to hold back the tears that were ready to escape. I shut my eyes, the past memories of us flashing through my mind, "You wouldn’t understand." "Try me," his voice cracked as he said this. It was obvious he too was trying not to shed any unnecessary tears. The lingering smell of his cologne was beginning to make me sick. I could hear his footsteps as he stood behind me. He put his hand on my shoulder, trying to make me face him, "I love you...." I turned away, "No you don’t! I saw you....with her....You don’t love me and I don’t love you!" Pushing him away, my vision blurred as I watched him crash into the framed pictures I had set on the drawer with the lightening outside illuminating my action. He gave me a sorrowful look and tried to explain, "You weren’t meant to see that. I’m sorry. But that’s in the past-" I cut him off, "How long did you expect me to be so clueless? I can’t believe you would do that to me! I loved you and instead of hearing the truth from the lips of the one who committed the crime, I had to hear it from the rest of your Backstreet buddies. At least they were there for me when you were sneaking around behind my back-" BEEP BEEP BEEP! The sound of the taxi I had called for interrupted me. I ran to the window in time to see the cab pull over, its windshield wipers going a mile a minute. BEEP BEEP BEEP! The driver opened his window and started yelling unmentionable words up to me. "Go. I’m not stopping you." He sat on the edge of the bed, avoiding my gaze as he began to calmly hum the words to "I’ll Never Break Your Heart". I could feel my heart breaking. My eyes vaguely outlined his silhouetted figure for the last time. My ears began to ring with what he just said, mixing in with the sounds of nature and the cab driver from outside. I stepped toward him, my voice caught in my throat, forcing myself to look in the eyes that had once so long ago given me a feeling of warmth and security.....instead, the look that had returned was cold and unwelcome. I closed the suitcase, running down the stairs as fast as I could, never looking back until the harsh wind of reality struck me. I looked up to see him watching me through the window, sadly waving goodbye. I felt something on my cheek and couldn’t figure out whether it was a tear or a one of the raindrops clinging to my hair. "Yo! Ya gettin’ in the car or what!" The driver rudely called out to me. Ignoring him, I looked back up to "my" Backstreet Boy who was now slumped against the drawer. "I Love You", I whispered. Then I climbed into the cab, closing my eyes, beginning the painful process of forgetting him......Next: Chapter 1 |