Back to writing. · 11:44pm May 8th, 2013

So this isn't MLP related, but I thought you guys should read this :) I just wrote it. Now back to writing fan fics.

She looked around.

She was anxious.

She waited for the one person who really loved her.

It was right before class, and they always did this. He always beat her, and he always have a bright smile to accompany his blue eyes.

But he didn't come. She sighed and walked into her math class, a little broken hearted.

She said next to her best friend. Riley was a bit weird and a tad judgmental at times, but she didn't care. She kept thinking about the one person she loved more than anything.

Why didn't he come? He always did.

Maybe he just had to retake a test. He was like that, he never procrastinated. He always did things the moment they had to be.

But still-- he forewarned her if something like this happened.

Always.

She tried to stop worrying. He was 16, he could control himself. Besides, after this period he would give her a reason for doing something like that.

She got through the hour-- just barely. She already was having a bad day, involving her hormones, and lack of sleep, when her friend told her that she was being disrespectful. It took her a bit to try not to explode. Every molecule of blood boiled. She ignored it, not to show her mean side in public.

Finally, the bell rang. She walked to the hallway where they always met, along with few of their friends. The entire passing time passed... And he still didn't come.

This confused her. No matter what, he always found time for a little bit of contact with her... Or at least a hey, or a hi. But nothing. I knew he had two math classes, and there was a track meet the next day... He probably was making up tests for tomorrow. Sounds like something he would do.

She told herself that over and over, trying to block out the terrible thoughts coming to her mind.

He's really breaking up with you.

He doesn't think you're beautiful.

You've done something unforgivable.

He's convinced you're a drama queen.

He doesn't want you.

But no-- she wouldn't let these thoughts leak into her head. Without knowing what was going on, she was left in the dark. The darkness scared her more than a blinding light. She ignored this for her last hour of the day. She couldn't bear to face the truth, of whatever it was.

Finally, the last bell came.

He always waited for her to walk down.

She saw another couple meet together. She put her head down in shame.

The words What-Have-I-Done wracked her fatigued brain.

She walked down to the only place in the entire school she really liked. The music area. She went by her locker and set her backpack down. She heard his bass voice singing, rather well, from across the room.

She almost followed the voice.

Almost.

Something told her not to. She hated how she didn't want to, because all she wanted to do was to receive a hug from his loving arms.

She walked around.

Eventually, she caught a glimpse of him, but he simply looked, and seemed like he had something to say. He walked away anyways.

This crushed her.

She tried walking away.

She tried ignoring it.

After a moment, she chased him down the hall.

She stopped in front of him.

"What's wrong?" She said. She hoped the fear in her voice didn't show.

He said a few mumbled words, a few among them were 'I'm sorry.'

She tried to get the truth out of him.

Not knowing something scared her.

Something deep, it obviously plagued him.

And she loved him. She only wanted to help.

After he walked away, she began to fear the inevitable. Everything she had been trying to hide, to deny... It was coming true. She couldn't stop it.

She didn't even know what she did, and she could see the end coming.

She found one of her more empathetic and understanding friends, standing in a practice room. She opened the door, shut it quickly, and hugged her best friend.

"Is everything alright?"

"He won't talk to me. He won't talk to me, and I have no idea how to stop it or what's wrong."

She couldn't help crying.

She trusted everything in him.

He was her source of trust.

Of love.

Of happiness.

Everything she had on this earth, she had in him. And the moment she lost him, she wouldn't be able to bear with it.

Finally, he came to the door. Her friend left, and he stood there.

She didn't even know what was wrong. Where to start. What to do.

He explained everything...

It was her fault.