Left Behind

[Vamphire]

Quietly, I snuck out of your room as you laid there on your bed, sleeping soundly. I turned to look back once -- your cheeks glimmered in the dim moonlight from the tears running down it. Unconsciously, you continued to mourn him.

I lowered my head as I opened the door and shut it silently. Just seeing you in that brief moment reaffirmed what I had known for a while now -- the fact that you could not be mine, that you never would.

Your happiness when you had met him, your tears when he left you -- I had spent the last few hours comforting you as you cried in my arms. My heart ached with the knowledge -- that you would never be mine.

I left that night, a plan forming in my mind. I left the dormitory, never looking back once.

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AN: I'll continue this once I've figured out where I am going with the story -- I know what I want, but it's a matter of writing it, unfortunately.

Anyways, this is GL, not BL -- just a warning.

[UnKnownGirl]

Such a good writer Vamphire

[Vamphire]

A bird chirped outside the window as I looked out into the sunshine. Has it really been two years -- two years since I had last seen you?

That night was still etched into my memory, your silver trail of tears shining silver in the dim light as I turned my face, never looking back.

Outside, a wild whirl-wind of snow had struck up. I shivered in my casual clothes -- you had caught me before I had started getting ready for bed -- before clutching my sweater closer around my body and trudging forward into the night.

I still do not know what happened. My memory gave me vague impressions of ice and snow swirling in hypnotic patterns around me as I struggled forward into the cold, before falling.

I remember lying there, refusing to struggle as the snow piled higher around me. A blink of a snow-covered eyelash before it lowered heavily. I was tired, sleepy, ready to give up.

The last thing I saw was a pair of legs walking towards me.

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Later, I found out a kind adult had picked me up when he saw me freezing in the middle of the path on his way back home. He brought me back to his apartment and sheltered me for weeks as I slowly recovered and looked for a job. I remember working part-time at a local store before I had earned enough.

The next day, I quit my job and thanked the stranger -- no longer a stranger but a kind friend -- before traveling by train away -- away from you.

I had promised you that night, long ago, that I would leave you behind, to stop loving you and allow you to move on -- without me.

You were straight, I was gay, a lesbian.

It was never meant to be.