Without You

Sequel Chapter 2 "I'm selfish"

"Who was that guy?" he asks as he stops beside the sink and I can feel his eyes trained on me.

"Owen. You know who Owen is," I say quietly and I decide that I will say no more to him before weep uncontrollably and make a fool of myself.

Of course, I don't want him and I to end. Especially like this. But we've already started and why not break up in advance to ensure that I won't hurt in the future? That's what he wanted at least.

"Might as well break up now, just to get it over with."

The pain my heart went through at that time was too much.

I open one of the cabinets to put a cup in but he takes the cup out of my hand and he sets it on the counter.

My eyes well up with tears and I just grab a different dish and put that one away.

"This hurts me just as much as it hurts you," he says before grabbing onto my arm and turning me so that I'm looking right at him.

I struggle under his hold, wiggling my body to get out of his embrace.

"Baby, stop," he says as pitiful tears roll down my cheeks at him calling me baby. His warm hands wipe the tears of my cheeks and on instinct, I lean into his touch before realizing what I'm doing.

I shoot out of his touch and I turn away from him.

"You shouldn't be here. I think you should leave," I tell him softly.

"I'm not going anywhere," he says and I hang my head at his response.

Why couldn't he just leave?

"I don't want you here, Luke," I turn around and look up at him, "I don't want to see you anymore and I don't want you to touch me. We're done. You and I were never going work out anyway. It's better this way and I'm moving on. I don't love you anymore."

My last words rip through him and his eyes well up. His eyebrows furrow and his nostrils flare.

Did I mean what I just said? Absolutely not. Did I just want him to leave because seeing him hurt too much? Yes.

"You don't mean that. If you were telling the truth, your nose wouldn't twitch. You're still a shit liar," I begin to walk away from him again but he pulls me back.

"I don't care what you want any more," he says angrily, "I'm selfish. I don't give a shit."

"I know this hurts you, baby," he holds me close to him, "It's killing me. But I'm not going to let you walk away from me."

I lay my forehead on his chest as silent tears travel down my cheeks.

"There's still a chance. You can still get accepted and If you don't, I'll transfer, I don't care," he says and my head shoots off his chest.

"I won't let you do that," I say very firmly.

"Then I promise you that I would visit you and call you every day and every night. We have three weeks left here together and I don't want to waste it without you. We can figure everything out later. For now, I just want you," he holds my chin, tilting it up to his face.

"Please," he pleads, "it's all I want."

I look into his dark gray eyes. His pleading eyes look back into mine and I don't have the heart to say no. He's got a very, very good point. I would rather spend these three weeks with him than not.

Maybe I will end up with a broken heart anyway. No one really knows what the future holds. For now, he's right. We have three weeks and I don't want to spend those three weeks without him.