What Can I Say

***Three months later***

I woke up, my head on Alex's bare chest, his arm wrapped around my naked waist. I looked over at the clock, it was about noon. It was break and my parents were out of town so Alex had been staying here for a few days. I kissed his neck softly as I climbed out of the warm bed. I pulled my panties off the ground, pulling them up. My cheeks had a slight pink tint as I pulled Alex's shirt on over my bare body. I crept down the cold stairs and into the kitchen. I wanted to make Alex breakfast, it seemed only right.

I began cooking him pancakes and eggs as I danced around the kitchen singing Everybody's Fool softly under my breath. I felt arms wrap around my waist and a head rest on top of mine. I smiled softly, I had been losing any emotion for him, not that I had much in the first place. The day had been coming, the day where I would hurt him. I couldn't bare to see the look in his eyes when his world came crashing down around him.

"You look better in my clothes than I do," he noted.

"You look better without clothes," I smirked.

"Well you do too my darling."

I leaned up, kissing him softly. Everyone talks about getting butterflies in your stomach when you meet the one. How it seems almost as if time stops and there's nothing other than you and that person. I didn't feel anything. To this day there were no butterflies. There was no grand pause. There was nothing other than a voice telling me that it was wrong.

Alex looked up with me, his expression nearly unreadable. He sighed, looking down at that plate. Something told me he was about to say what we both had been thinking for quite some time.

"Shay, what's been up with you? You've been so distant," he asked quietly.

"I've just been thinking a lot," I muttered.

"About us."

"How did you know?"

"Shay, I love you."

I looked down. Despite those cliche things being nonexistent to me I had feelings that I could not put to words. I couldn't describe it because there was no way that words could begin to make it sound as beautiful as it felt. It was more like someone deaf having to describe music to you. It was quite a challenge.

"I think I love you too," I muttered so quiet I could barely hear.

"Babe, what did you say," he asked.

"I said I think I love you too and I'm so sorry."

"Why are you sorry, that's perfect."

"Because this is the part where I have to leave you. I'm sorry, I knew it would end this way. Just, let's try to keep the pain to a minimum."

"Shay, it doesn't have to end this way. You can't keep running when you get scared. I can help you."

"I think you need to leave."

I heard his chair scrap against the ground, the tears already staining his cheeks. I had to look away; tears were threatening to escape my eyes as well. Why was he trying to make this more painful then it needed to be?

"So that's all I was to you? An emotional sponge? A quick and easy fuck? Stay away from me and stay away from the guys Shay. You better find a college now," he said, grabbing his keys.

Once I heard the door slam I felt the tears escape my eyes. He would never understand that I was merely saving him from me. He wouldn't understand that I was what was dangerous. I wanted him to be safe and the only way I could think of that was to let him go.

Notes

I broke the thing guys!! So this took me a while to get out cause I was chilling with some friends and we kind of stayed out late.

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Title Credit: The Morticians Daughter - Black Veil Brides