The hardest part of the words 'I could never love you' is that no matter how much of an infatuation it is all too true. It's not that I don't love you- but that I can't.
You turn away, I see tears streak down your face and wish I could wipe them away. Your friends hug you tightly, sending furious glances where I still stand. One moves towards me and you clutch at their sleeve, crying and shaking you'd head. One of the others seems content to glare a hole through my head.
I'm not quite sure where you got the notion of me not liking you but seeing you like this makes me feel... Guilt, guilt I haven't felt since her. Her being the one who caused this lack of emotion of course.
You shoot a glance over your shoulder and see me, my hand half-raised after you, forgotten; an expression of confusion and resignation. You wipe your eyes.
With a lingering look you and your friends return to the school gates in a huddle, soothing sounds drifting to where I stand. And for once I wonder at the accuracy of my statement.
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