Warnette One Shots

1 - Guilt

"No! No, leave me alone!"
      "Love, it wasn't—"
      "Yes, it was, you liar!"
      "Sweetheart—" He reached out to grab her arm, to pull her back to him, her heart escaping from his grasp.
      "Don't touch me!" she screamed at him, tears streaming down her cheeks as she threw a pillow at him. "All you are is a liar! All you did was lie to me!"
      "No, Juliette, that's not true, I swear to you!"
      She let out another sob, her heart clawing at her chest like an animal trying to break free of a cage. Her eyes were bright red and when he stepped towards her again, she stepped back against the wall and, in her moment of weakness, she whispered the words that he dreaded; the words he had heard his whole life from everyone, everyone, but not from her, never from her. Never did he think he would hear those words come from those beautiful lips, the ones he had been kissing and biting just a few days ago. Never did he think that it would come down to this, to these few words shattering anything that had ever sparked between them.
      "I can't believe I trusted you."
      That was his undoing. As the no-longer-crying Juliette grabbed her stuff and left, he fell against the wall, and he sat there, sitting and staring until he couldn't keep his tears away anymore and so he wept and he wept and he wept and he wept until there were no more tears, no more emotion, nothing for him to feel except this excruciating pain that she had left in him. This, this, was truly when he broke.
      And the boy who had loved for the first time in what seemed like forever, that boy, was finally gone.

The next day they both arose from a sleepless night, dark circles under their eyes, their fingertips twitching slightly whenever they tried to write. Even James knew not to ask Aaron about it when he saw him in the hall, judging by the trudge in his step and his slumped shoulders, plus his red eyes and his bleeding knuckles. When the time came that they had to eat breakfast, Juliette came down and solemnly sat alone, eating her food in silence.
Aaron didn't come down at all.
"Hey, J, what's—oh no, what happened," said Kenji as he approached her, cutting off his original course of thought.
"Nothing," murmured Juliette, not looking up at him and just staring at her food, moving it around with her fork. Her lips were chapped and cracked, her eyes red as if she was crying, her hands shaking on the table, and her voice hoarse; it was clear something was wrong. "Nothing at all."
"Don't lie to me, J. I know you. What happened?" he asked again, sitting next to her and turning her head towards him.
But Juliette was already crying and shaking her head. "No," she choked out, "no, I can't, Kenji."
"Oh, J," said Kenji, pulling her into a hug. "Was it Warner? Because if it was, he's in for it."
She let out another sob and nodded, falling weakly into his arms. "Hey, it's okay," he whispered into her hair as he kissed her forehead, pulling her close. "It's okay."

"It was you."
      Aaron approached Lena and growled, his eyes red from his own crying and said, "It was you, wasn't it?"
      Lena smirked and sauntered closer to him. "What in the world do you speak of, Aaron?" she said flirtatiously, smiling and running a finger down his chest. Aaron slapped her off and stepped closer to her, his face two inches from hers, and growled, "You destroyed everything I had. Everything I wanted and everything I wished for is gone, because of you."
      "I didn't do anything," spit Lena, her facade now completely gone.
      Aaron lost his temper and pushed her against the wall, growling, "You put your lingerie under my sheets so Juliette would find them, you pathetic snake."
      Lena whimpered and Aaron's cold eyes softened, realizing he had hurt her and scared her. Even with his cold exterior, he had never brought harm to a woman, nor did he ever want to. Under the cold layers of this man was a still beating heart, even if that heart was now shattered by the woman he now held against the wall. Aaron let go of Lena and stepped back, his hands clenched at his sides. "Leave. Now. And don't come back. You're no longer welcome here."
"Aaron—"
"Leave!"
Lena stood straight again and stared him in the eye, her chin held high, before turning on her heel and walking out the front doors. Aaron watched her the whole way and after she left, the only thing he felt was more pain; now, the only one left to blame was himself.
Suddenly, he found himself in the training room. He looked around slowly and involuntarily grabbed the dumbbells, holding them at his sides before pulling them up to his chest and back down. Surprisingly, the dull ache in his arms calmed him, in an odd way. And so, that was how Aaron spent the next six hours in the gym, pushing himself to the extreme limit, almost to the point where he thought he would collapse and die on the spot. He never went to eat once, and never left the room, keeping his focus on the task at hand.
When he finally did leave, he was exhausted and aching everywhere, and although even though he knew he should eat, he didn't feel hunger, just heart ache. He made it to his room (somehow) and just stopped at the doorway, for there stood an angel of light, standing out tremendously against the darkness of the room. The angel stepped closer and, for a moment, Aaron thought she was going to hug him, which seemed strange for an angel to do to a monster like himself, and he outstretched a hand to grab her arm like he had done so many times before. But instead, all he did was grab air and then before he had a moment to process where the angel had gone and what she had been doing—
      slap
right on his right cheek. And when he reached up to touch the spot, her slightly hoarse voice (still lovely, though, at least to him) whispered, "Thats what you get for cheating, you bastard."
And she was gone. Out of his grasp
forever.