How A Heart Breaks-Chapter Nine
Title: How A Heart Breaks
Rating: PG/NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened, still poor, don't sue.
Summary: They met. They fell in love. They learned to know better.
Lily took me to the bathroom and held a cold, wet paper towel to my eyes until we had to go and catch the bus. I refused to look anyone in the face, to speak to anyone. They all asked in worried voices what was wrong with me, but Lily hushed them with some excuse or another.
My best friend held me tightly against his chest. I’d stopped crying, and that blissful feeling of blankness that comes over you after crying had spread itself over me. I didn’t hear anyone whispering, I didn’t see the strange looks.
I was aware of nothing but the pain that was thrumming in my chest. I let Lily guide me home. My parents were, as usual, working late. I barely felt him taking my key out of my pocket and unlocking my door.
I don’t really recall being coaxed up my stairs into my room. The next thing I knew, Lily was taking off my shoes and shirt, helping me out of my pants and socks, laying me down in bed. He was pulling the covers over me and promising me that he wouldn’t be long, he was going to use the phone and get me some tea.
As soon as he left the room, I felt the tears trickling down my cheeks again. He shortly returned. There were no words said about the dampness on my cheeks, he only helped me sit up and made me drink the whole cup.
“Ville,” he said softly, stroking my hair. “I’m sorry I told you to tell him. I thought that…”
“I know,” I cut him off, surprised at how hoarse my voice sounded. “I know. You thought it would be best for me. I know you don’t tell me to do things that you think are going to hurt me.”
“Right,” he still looks heartbroken that he encouraged me to do something this badly. I set the empty cup on my nightstand and opened my arms. My best friend curled up on the bed next to me.
We clutched each other tightly, nuzzling hair and cheeks. We took pleasure in the fact that we weren’t hurting alone. It’s so much nicer when someone’s hurting with you. He sighed and cuddled me close, kissing me on the forehead.
There was nothing romantic in his kiss. There never was. He and I weren’t meant to be lovers. We were meant to be friends. Best friends. Forever. I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart beating.
“Poor Ville,” Lily sighed.
“Not really,” I shrugged, suddenly feeling thoughtful. “I knew this at the beginning. I knew he didn’t like boys. I had to prepare myself for that. I did a really bad job of it. No one’s fault but mine.
There’ll be other boys, won’t there, Linde?”
“Many others,” he agreed. “And they’ll all fall madly in love with you, darling.”
“Right,” in my heart though, I didn’t want there to be any other boys. I had found Bam. I wanted him to fall madly in love with me. The tears welled in my eyes, stinging and burning. I buried my face in Lily’s chest.
Rating: PG/NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened, still poor, don't sue.
Summary: They met. They fell in love. They learned to know better.
Lily took me to the bathroom and held a cold, wet paper towel to my eyes until we had to go and catch the bus. I refused to look anyone in the face, to speak to anyone. They all asked in worried voices what was wrong with me, but Lily hushed them with some excuse or another.
My best friend held me tightly against his chest. I’d stopped crying, and that blissful feeling of blankness that comes over you after crying had spread itself over me. I didn’t hear anyone whispering, I didn’t see the strange looks.
I was aware of nothing but the pain that was thrumming in my chest. I let Lily guide me home. My parents were, as usual, working late. I barely felt him taking my key out of my pocket and unlocking my door.
I don’t really recall being coaxed up my stairs into my room. The next thing I knew, Lily was taking off my shoes and shirt, helping me out of my pants and socks, laying me down in bed. He was pulling the covers over me and promising me that he wouldn’t be long, he was going to use the phone and get me some tea.
As soon as he left the room, I felt the tears trickling down my cheeks again. He shortly returned. There were no words said about the dampness on my cheeks, he only helped me sit up and made me drink the whole cup.
“Ville,” he said softly, stroking my hair. “I’m sorry I told you to tell him. I thought that…”
“I know,” I cut him off, surprised at how hoarse my voice sounded. “I know. You thought it would be best for me. I know you don’t tell me to do things that you think are going to hurt me.”
“Right,” he still looks heartbroken that he encouraged me to do something this badly. I set the empty cup on my nightstand and opened my arms. My best friend curled up on the bed next to me.
We clutched each other tightly, nuzzling hair and cheeks. We took pleasure in the fact that we weren’t hurting alone. It’s so much nicer when someone’s hurting with you. He sighed and cuddled me close, kissing me on the forehead.
There was nothing romantic in his kiss. There never was. He and I weren’t meant to be lovers. We were meant to be friends. Best friends. Forever. I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart beating.
“Poor Ville,” Lily sighed.
“Not really,” I shrugged, suddenly feeling thoughtful. “I knew this at the beginning. I knew he didn’t like boys. I had to prepare myself for that. I did a really bad job of it. No one’s fault but mine.
There’ll be other boys, won’t there, Linde?”
“Many others,” he agreed. “And they’ll all fall madly in love with you, darling.”
“Right,” in my heart though, I didn’t want there to be any other boys. I had found Bam. I wanted him to fall madly in love with me. The tears welled in my eyes, stinging and burning. I buried my face in Lily’s chest.