Runaway Love
[Prologue]
I pretended the goodbye didn't
hurt. But in reality, it absolutely killed me. As Danny wrapped
his arms around me, I decided I couldn't stifle the tears any
longer. As each teardrop fell onto my right flip flop, a memory
of the two of us drifted through my mind.
I'm sure
you're thinking we're going through a breakup. I wish. I
never got to tell Danny how I felt. I never got to feel his soft
lips upon mine. I never fell asleep underneath the stars while
wrapped in his arms. I never had him look me in my aqua blue eyes
and tell me he loved me.
Just the two of us, standing in his driveway, I was swallowed by
his muscular arms. I tried to blink back my tears and I gazed up
at the blazing sun, willing this moment to last forever. But no,
it couldn't. In any minute, Danny would be in his Mercedes,
on his way to his new home in Tampa, Florida. His parents left in
their own cars a half an hour before, but now it was his turn to
leave Connecticut.
"Thanks for always being there for me," he
whispered, ruffling my locks of hair. Even though he broke apart
from our embrace, his chocolate brown eyes staring lovingly at me
made up for it.
"Welcome," I tried to say. But more tears came
pouring down, and my face could have easily been mistaken for the
Nile River.
Danny noticed this immediately, so he wrapped his
arms around me again. But this only made me sob harder. Not only
did I love him, but he was the only person who knew me inside and
out. Well, not quite. The only thing Danny didn't know about
me was how much I loved him.
Standing right there in his arms, I was about to
pour my heart out and tell him how I feel. Then I heard him say
the 6 deadly words.
"You always were a good friend."
And at that moment, I realized that's all
we would ever be.
I took my hands off of him and used them to
wipe my tears. "You should probably go. You're late
already."
There was something in his eyes... I
wasn't quite sure what. Anger? Pain? Humiliation? All I knew
was that I couldn't stand looking in them any longer.
"Okay. Bye then, Allie."
He strode to his car, and with every
footstep, pain struck me. When Danny reached his Mercedes, he
stood there with his arm around the driver's door for a full
minute, as if he wanted to say something. I remained in my spot,
overwhelmed by the suspense. But suddenly, he jumped in the car,
slamming the door behind him. And next I knew... he was off.
And he had no idea how I
felt about him.
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