"Why'd you do it?" she asked.
"Do what?" he looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Break my heart"
"I'm sorry, I really am..." his eyes started to tear up.
"You're crying"
"Shut up! I'm not crying!" he looked down, trying to hide his tears.
It was the first time he cried in front her, probably the last too. She felt guilty for feeling a sense of joy, seeing him cry. Oh, don't get her wrong, she's no sadist, but seeing him cry, it just made her laugh. He always tried so hard to put up this tough-guy act, and she was always waiting for the day that he'd just break. And he just did, and weirdly, she felt like she'd accomplished something so great. Behind all those tears, she could see the regret that resided in him, slowly building up every day. She started to laugh - she couldn't help it.
"Why're you laughing?"
"It's just funny," just talking made her laugh even harder.
"It's funny to see my cry?"
"I thought you said you weren't crying?"
"I....I...." realizing he couldn't muster up the words to defend himself, he settled with defeat - such rarity coming from someone who insisted she'd eaten Chicken Curry cup noodles, when in fact, she bought plain ol' Chicken cup noodles.
"I love you. I've only loved you."
"I love..." he still couldn't talk, the tears started to flow down more rapidly, giving his face a glistening glow.
"It just hurt you know? Seeing you just leave like that, without any sort of effort to make us work. And now you're back, and you're talking about children and houses and trips around the world. You know me, and you know how much of a hopeless romantic I am - I live for the sappiness of it all - but I still have my fears."
Silence. No one said anything. They just sat there, looking at each other, waiting for someone to say something. See, the thing with him - that's so different from the rest of them - is how even when they're both at their quietest, sitting there in silence, awkwardness does not prevail. Maybe it doesn't sound like the greatest thing, but to her, the simple act of being able to feel comfortable sitting down next to someone without even talking, meant so much more than being able to talk for hours about things she could care less of.
He cleared his throat, adjusting his posture, and she could see that the tears had stopped, "Why are you scared, baby?"
"You left once, and that says a lot. It says that if you were capable of doing it once, that you're capable of doing it again."
"I apologize for how I left things, but this time, it's different."
"Why can't I seem to believe you?"
"Don't. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. All I'm asking you is for a second chance."
