“This isn’t working, I’m sorry..”
He said, eyes on the ground rather than my face.
I couldn’t speak, not just yet.
I couldn’t ask him why, I had no voice.
Instead I just nodded, and fell to my knees, like a small child.
Thats how I felt, so small.
“Tristen, I’m sorry, I never wanted to hurt you. Believe me, that wasn’t my intention….”
I collected what little power I had, and opened my mouth.
“Than what was your i-intention exactly?”
I asked, barely able to form words.
He looked down, maybe in thought.
“I wanted to fall in love, it wasn’t your fault that i didn’t, but I just don’t love you Tristen.”
That was the worst thing he could have said.
Thats like saying, its not your fault me and your mom are getting a divorce little billy, you just made us stop loving each other.
he sure knew how to make a girl feel better.
“But I love you Ian.”
I said quietly, regretting It the second the words escaped my lips.
“I’m sorry.”
He said, than walked away.
Leaving the murder site, because he just killed me.