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May 7, 2009 / 6:46 PM

She was standing there alone, waiting for him. She was nervous and scared, though she wouldn't show it. She was standing there, in their corner, numb with pain, worry, and most of all- heartfelt neglect. She didn't know what to do; her insides were messed up and conflicted. Why she kissed another guy was beyond her belief, why she kissed him led her to insanity. He was the very definition of handsome, she was the very definition of beautiful- she couldn't see what was wrong with that. But when Isabelle had spotted her kissing him, she turned to fire, and went as pale of ice. Isabelle demanded a full explanation of why she was kissing him, and why she wasn't with her brother. Angry at the interruption, humiliated by both accounts, she fled the scene, too angry to say anything, too embarassed to look back. At first, she didnt know what shamed her, till the truth came barreling towards her, bringing her down. Now, she was ashamed, so ashamed, it hurt just to think about it. She had no idea what Isabelle would do, if she would tell her brother- she had a feeling though that she would tell him soon, in time.

Glancing down at her watch, she realized it was 5 to 10. Where was he? She wondered, looking around the open yet enclosed tennis court, which was abandoned this Sunday morning. Normally there would have been tons of players out already, but considering the cold, windy weather, many preferred to use the inside courts. Not that it mattered to her though- she would play outside in all weather- in the wind and rain, snow and hail. She loved tennis with a passion that could burn out the city. It was her sport, their sport. It was because of him she learned to love it with a passion- it was because of him she could wake up each day, and breathe.

She heard the approach of light footsteps on the tennis court, and she turned around quickly, to see who it was. It was him. She started twirling a strand of her hair, dreading what she had to do, though knowing it was for the best. He was handsome, as always. Beautiful to look at, as always. Hansome like a Greek God, forever. She didn't know how she would survive without him. She didnt know how she would even live after this day. He walked slowly towards her, his serious gray eyes scanning her face, yet twinkling with amusement and humor he brought with him everywhere. Soon, he was standing right in front of her. Looking up at his gentle, kingly face made her beat ache, and before she knew it, she was crying- loud sobs erupted from the inside of her chest; the bucket of tears meant to cry later were falling now. Without knowing it, she was in his arms,in a close, warm embrace that made her feel even badder than before. He stroked her hair quietly, murmured gentle words of comfort and love into her ear, and cradled her like a baby. They were like that for a few minutes, oblivious to anything around them but themselves. They were only aware of their thumping hearts, beating inside of them, like every beat would count. Eventually, she was able to look up at him, in her tear-steaked face, sadness etched into it. He gazed back at her, smiling, leaning in to give her a kiss. She turned her face away, not wanting to kiss him yet, but wanting to explain first. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, every inch of him, every part of him she'd come to know about him. She wanted to tell him how much he meant to her, how he was the sun to her moon, the cheese to her macaroni. She wanted to tell him that no matter what happened, he would always be hers, the one and only. But she didn't know how to tell him, didn't how how to say the five words that would change their lives forever. she didn't want to leave him in this mess; she didnt want him to have a paart of it. She wasnt worthy of him, he was too good for her, too forgiving, too kind-it would kill her to try to be someone she knew she couldn't be. No matter how many times she could deny it and try to be a better person just for him, she couldn't do it, not even for him. All the love he gave her poisoned her and he rinsides, killed her with kindess and goodness. She didn't understand how she could have fallen for a guy like him anyways. Opposites could really attract- it wasnt a lie, it was the TRUTH. The opposites that attracted each other were like puzzles- they'd eventually find one another, find that missing piece of them that they would cherish and hold and remember. While she was thinking these things, he was gazing deep into her eyes, probably trying to guess what her thoughts were, and why she was oddly quiet. He was probing, dying with curiousity, but giving her the space she needed to expalin herself. The silence was excruciating, she still didnt know what to do. She then proceeded to say the five words that would turn their world upside down:


"I'm.breaking.up.with.you."

With that she fled, the tears running and falling like the rain, which was beginning to fall, too. He was left there standing, with the ring he held tightly in his hand, wanting to propose marriage to her, wanting her to know she was forgiven, wanting her to know he would love her forever, and didnt care how she was. He loved all her imperfections, loved all her flaws. He started running after her, but realized it was too late. walking back dejected to his car, with the boquet of red roses in the front seat seeming to mock him, he geared back in reverse, knowing that tomorrow would bring another day, another chance at bringing back the love that shouldn't be lost, the love that was meant to be.