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"What is going on Sam?" she demanded, fire dancing in her hazel eyes. 1

She was pissed. I knew she was. If I were her, I would be too. It wasn't fair to her, but I knew I had to. It was for her own good.2

"Nothing," I muttered, turning away from her angry gaze.3

"Dammnit Sam! Talk to me! I know whatever it is isn't 'nothing'. Whatever it is, I want to know why."4

I couldn't tell her. I wasn't allowed. Even if I was, I don't think I could. It would be too hard. Way too hard. What if telling her made things worse than they already were? What if telling her meant hurting her?5

Shaking my head, I forced my gaze onto the ground. I knew that I would give in if I kept looking at her. I hated it. Despised it, really. I never asked for that. I never asked for things to change. I was happy with the way things were. I didn't complain about my life, so why me? What had I done to deserve that kind of punishment?6

"Answer me," she screamed, her voice lightly breaking.7

She was about to cry. I could hear it in her voice. God, how I hated it when she cried. I swear, one little tear could break my heart in two. She meant too much to me. I didn't want to do that to her.8

"I-I'm sorry," I muttered quietly.9

"What is going on?" she asked, her voice quieter this time.10

The anger still wasn't gone, but it had lessened. That was a good sign. Maybe she'd give up. Maybe she'd actually let it go. It was always a possibility.11

"If you didn't want to work things out, why did you even come here?" she asked venomously.12

I winced. It wasn't just the words, but the tone behind them. I hated having her this mad at me. I really did. I loved her more than anything, but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't see her anymore. It was way too dangerous.13

"Why won't you answer me?" she asked.14

Her voice was softer this time; weaker. I knew I was breaking her heart, but there was nothing I could do about it. There were just some things she couldn't know.15

And that was when I heard the sobs. They were quiet at first, but they quickly grew louder. I had broken her. Was I satisfied? No. More like horrified. I'd successfully broken the person that meant most to me. She rarely broke down. Leah was always so strong.16

Finally, I looked up. The rules suddenly dissapeared from my mind. I wouldn't tell her the whole truth, but I wouldn't stay away from her.17

Kneeling down beside her, I wrapped my arms around her slender waist.18

"I'm sorry," I whispered, kissing away a few of her tears.19

"Don't you care about me anymore?" she whispered hoarsely.20

"Of course I do," I assured her, hugging her tighter. "I love you."21

She didn't respond. Leah merely rested her head against my chest, her breathing steadying. As she reveled in our closeness, my eyes forcused on the skye.22

I prayed that I would somehow find an answer. I couldn't obey the rules forever. I'd already broken one, but I wasn't eager to break another. All I wanted was a simple solution that let me and Leah both be happy.23

"We'll work things out," I promised her. 24

I only hoped I could keep my promise.