group b ;; to be killed

boom. 

He lifted his head when she used the word ‘love’ in past-tense. So she really was over him. He just didn’t know why it hurt so much, even though he had known since the day she chose Thomas over him.

  ❝——How do you even know what I want? Did you ever stop to ask what I wanted, Rach?❞ He couldn’t hide the anger in his voice. She always did this, always decided everything for him. He was so sick of it. He huffed out a bitter laugh.

    “ I--”

No, Rachel had never stopped to ask what exactly he had in mind for a happy ending. She didn’t want to hear out loud the truth she’d kept in her head, that she would be the worst thing for him to commit to. It would make it real to hear from his own lips that five years down the line with no more family than just the two of them and constant working he’d be tired of it. Her career was everything to her, it was her chance to be remembered. Who would put up with that other than someone who did the same?

    “ I wanted more for you than constant phone calls and too many hours spent driving. I thought maybe you could find a girl who wasn’t going to put a thousand miles between you and her and think it’s still fair to say you’re her soulmate. Because it isn’t, moving away was my choice and it didn’t have to dictate your life -- Everythingl I ever did to hurt you was for you.      But you’re right, it’s not right for me to keep calling around and expect you to be okay with it. And you’re wrong, it wasn’t about anything you did for me. It was just about you. Aris. All I can ever do is love you and hurt you by trying to do it properly.”

A small frown adorned his features as he listened to the girl go on. He knew how she felt right now. It wasn’t as if he actually remembered her, either, but there was a vague memory of her-no, a feeling-floating in the back of his mind. He knew that he knew her once, and that they had been close. Perhaps he hadn’t been completely honest about how much he had forgotten. Perhaps he remembered a little more than she did.

  ❝——It’s okay. It’s not like I remember you, either. I just…I remember remembering you. I guess it’s weird, huh?❞ He added the last part with a hesitant smile. Then, almost as if it was an instinct, he started talking to her in his mind.

    “ How th-”

        the hell did you do that?

Without really knowing how, the voice had switched form her moving lips to echo inside her mind, as if it had stolen the words out of her mouth. She had been so intent on him, so focused that it just happened. Moving closer, Rachel reached out her arm to hand him the t-shirt, the shoulders a little creased where she had been balling it between her fingers out of nerves.

   “ No- I think... I understand I guess. It’s not like most of the rest of this makes sense, is it? Are you erm-- hungry? or thirsty? you sure you’re not in any pain?”