The girl who was known as the one, who never shed a tear for anyone and never laughed with anyone, was now trying not to cry. Almost; tears were stinging behind her eyes. In front of someone who had mattered to her months ago and hadn't realised until now, but she was afraid to fall in love. Everyone who she had loved had left her. How could she trust him to stay?
love you," he said, helplessly. He tried to pull her close but
she moved away from him.
can't," she said, wiped her tears away
do you want me to do?" he asked, desperately. He didn't want to
let her go. He loved her too much. "I - I'll do anything to stay
with you. Tell me, what do you want me to do? You can't just deny
everything!" He was getting angry and
can't do anything," she whispered, looking up at his light brown
eyes, those golden brown eyes that she had come to love now.
Love, she thought, how overwhelming. It's too
much to bear. I should have never come into his
me, and I will," he said, holding her hands up to him and moving
closer to her. This time she didn't budge. "Please," he
whispered, as his eyes watered. "You can trust
felt as if she couldn't hurt anymore until she realised how much
he cared for her. She could tell that he loved her, but could she
love him back? Could she let her guard down finally and let him
know every single thing about her? Would he leave her like
everyone else? Only time would tell. But one thing she was sure
about what that she didn't want to let him get closer to her. She
Scared, she thought, and shivered inwardly, closing her
eyes, a feeling I've denied since my parents were no
more. When she had opened her eyes, she could see his face
getting closer and he lifted her face up to his. She squeezed her
eyes shut and today, for the first time ever in ten years, Leila
cried. Tears rolled down her cheeks. The kiss didn't last long,
and her tears continued to pour down her cheeks, staining her top
with their sadness.
"Stay," he said, with determination. "I didn't
love you just to let you go."
"You have to," she said, her usual monotonous voice returning. Her eyes stopped dripping with tears and were now shining with the lingering moisture. She looked up at him with newfound resolve. I can't make him ruin his life for me. We are not meant to be, she thought. "We are not meant to be," she repeated aloud.