Mikayla

Her eyes rove over the concrete, seeing the occasional gum wad, crumpled piece of paper, nothing of interest.1

She dare not look up, if she does, her greatest fear will be met. 2

His smiling eyes look down at her, not suspecting a thing, wondering what's wrong. 3

"We-we need to talk," she says, still looking down, her voice breaking. She doesn't want to hurt him, not this way, not now.4

Still not expecting anything out of the ordinary, he leads her to a bench, holding her hand. 5

Oh, his hand. So gentle and strong. Protecting her like no one ever had.6

Sitting down on the edge of the bench, ready to bolt at a second's notice, she looks at her hands, twisting them in her lap nervously.7

Placing his finger under her chin, he forces her to look up, to look up into his gorgeous brown eyes, so caring, so understanding. 8

"What's wrong," he asks gently, threading his arms around her waist lovingly, "You can tell me."9

Tears blur her vision as she disentangles herself from his touch. She slowly faces him, and a single tear runs down her cheek. 10

He catches it with his finger, and she immediately breaks down.11

"Don't touch me-please don't," she sobs as she moves a fraction of an inch away from him, "I-I have to tell you something. It's important."12

Gazing intently at her, he softly says, "what is it? if it's important, you can tell me."13

Looking back into him, not just his eyes, but his whole self, his smile, his laugh, the way he held her when she'd cry, and thinking on this, she almost couldn't do it. Almost.14

"Sebastian, I, um, can't-can't be with you, that way, anymore," then she completely broke down. 15

Shaking his head, disbelieving, he said, "what? I don't understand. You can't be with me?"16

Crying so hard, she could hardly speak, she shook her head, and fled. 17

Leaving him behind, staring on a bench,confused, her eyes blurred, and she finally saw what happened.18