Rumors create rubble [[Roxanne]]
Nov 11, 2008 14:18:07 GMT -5
Post by Elijah Emerson on Nov 11, 2008 14:18:07 GMT -5
Tonight was a bad night. If not for the harsh weather, if not for the bad feelings Elijah was currently feeling, then for what he was about to do that could potentially end some part of him he wasn’t ready to let go of. With everything that’d been happening recently, it wasn’t fair. Nothing was fair anymore, not for him or for Roxanne. He wasn’t exactly sure where the pretense of his player reputation arose and he honestly didn’t care, but the one starting for Roxanne wasn’t one he’d intended on and he didn’t like it not one bit. And if he didn’t like, he was damn sure she didn’t like it, and he just wouldn’t allow it to happen anymore. He could take it if it’d only been affecting him, because he didn’t truly care about what they said about him. But once some mistakes he’d made began affecting someone he cared about that, it was time to put an end to it. That was one thing he wouldn’t tolerate. Roxanne, of all people, becoming a victim because of him. He wished beyond anything that he could think of another way to do it. But this made the most sense.
He walked with his head down, his hands jammed in his pockets, a tortured and agonized expression plastered to his face. This was not going too well in his head, he had every mind to turn tail and run. He didn’t want to see the look in her eyes, didn’t want to be there as he broke her heart, nor did he want to do anything to cause that. But he had to, and doing it online or over the phone was far too harsh, he wasn’t a bastard and he liked her entirely much to treat her that way. He opened the door to her building, not bothering to check to see if he’d get caught by anyone, because honestly he didn’t care. If he got caught at that very moment, it would mean that he wasn’t supposed to do what he was going to. Fuck, he didn’t want to do it. But maybe it just wasn’t supposed to amount to more than it had. His friends didn’t like her, he wasn’t sure if her friends liked him, Roxanne’s reputation was suffering because of him. He had to amend that. And he kept repeating that in his head as he raised his fist to knock at her door, hesitating for a minute or so as he just stared at the numbers on her door. His fist connected once and fell sorrowfully before his head followed suit. That was all he had the strength to do. But this was right, it had to be, it all made sense.
But breaking up was so hard to do. Especially when the person was as beautiful and amazing as she was.
He walked with his head down, his hands jammed in his pockets, a tortured and agonized expression plastered to his face. This was not going too well in his head, he had every mind to turn tail and run. He didn’t want to see the look in her eyes, didn’t want to be there as he broke her heart, nor did he want to do anything to cause that. But he had to, and doing it online or over the phone was far too harsh, he wasn’t a bastard and he liked her entirely much to treat her that way. He opened the door to her building, not bothering to check to see if he’d get caught by anyone, because honestly he didn’t care. If he got caught at that very moment, it would mean that he wasn’t supposed to do what he was going to. Fuck, he didn’t want to do it. But maybe it just wasn’t supposed to amount to more than it had. His friends didn’t like her, he wasn’t sure if her friends liked him, Roxanne’s reputation was suffering because of him. He had to amend that. And he kept repeating that in his head as he raised his fist to knock at her door, hesitating for a minute or so as he just stared at the numbers on her door. His fist connected once and fell sorrowfully before his head followed suit. That was all he had the strength to do. But this was right, it had to be, it all made sense.
But breaking up was so hard to do. Especially when the person was as beautiful and amazing as she was.