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DON'T FORGET TO READ THE A/N AT THE END

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"I wish I didn't have to leave."

"I can still leave with you." A hoarse, pained voice whispered, his body tangled into the messy sheets and delicate body of the girl next to him. They were both locked up in this smothery bedroom and they both didn't want to leave. Sweat ran down their foreheads as he gently brushed his thumb along her cheekbone. Her lips curled smallish, but her smile fell immediately.

Repositioning herself, she ran a hand through her sticky hair and tried to avoid eye contact with the boy. "Don't ignore me." He ordered, his hand still on her cheek. She obligated and looked up, their eyes locking. She mentally begged him not to say it again and he understood her gaze, but couldn't help but ask again. "I don't mind, you know."

"You're not getting dragged into this mess." She murmured, her heart breaking more and more every time she dared to look at him. Young or not, what they had was real and possibly the best thing that ever happened to both of them. She wasn't ready to leave it all behind, but who was she to decide?

"I'll get dragged into any mess if that means I can be with you." He snapped back in annoyance, currently realizing that she was going to leave. For good. He won't ever see her again. All this.. everything they have.. it's going to be destroyed in just a couple of minutes. After everything they've been through, this is the end. There is no turning back anymore. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt her hand slide along his arm softly. Her fingertips were cold.

Taking a hold of her hand, he pressed a small but meaningfull kiss against her fingers. She cringed and pulled away, covering her face with her hands. The skin he had kissed was still burning. He always knew how to make her feel good, no matter what. She couldn't imagine other people making her feel good the way he did. 

"Baby.." He breathed lowly, wrapping his arms around her petite frame. She struggled at first but then let it happen and sighed deeply, leaning against his chest. Comforting her, he hugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head. Her lip started to tremble against his chest.

"I don't want to leave!" She voiced. He shushed her, pushing her away a little so he could look at her. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes closed, two tears running down her cheeks. Once he wiped away her tears, the wouldn't stop falling anymore. She was in no control--she couldn't think of a world without him. Not like this. Not at all. "We'll meet again. I know we will." He whispered, trying to make her stop.

She choked out another sob. "When we meet again--if we do--I'll be married! Do you understand? I'll be married to someone that's not you!"

He clenched his jaw and looked away from her pained face for a second. A tug pulled at the cores of his insides. Every time he saw her cry, his heart would break, but hearing her say this, knowing she was speaking the truth, hurt even more. It was inevitable.

Frowning deeply, he avoided eye contact with the girl in his arms and focused on the wall behind her so his tears wouldn't dare spill. He was the man. He couldn't cry. He was not going to break down in front of her, he was supposed to keep them together. He was not going to be a mess in front of her, hell no.

"Alex! Your brothers are here!" A voice from the other side of the room yelled, causing both of them to stiffen. He recognized his mother's voice and grasped his teeth. "One minute!" he yelled back, though it was going to take longer for sure.

"I should get up." She muttered, pushing the blankets off her body. He wanted to retain her, but he got distracted by her beautiful, bare body. This was the last time he was going to see her like this. Alluring and young, desperate for him and him only. The next time he'll see, if he does, she'll be happy with someone else.

It's hard to envision her being just as happy as she is with him.

"I can't.. I can't find my damned underwear!" she practically screamed, kicking the bed irritably. Tears flood out of her eyes again and he didn't know how fast he stood up, wrapping his arms around her again. She collapsed in his arm and he held her for as long as she needed. 

"I can't do this." She choked into his chest. He shook his head. "You're the strongest, bravest, most ambitious woman I've ever met. You can do this. With or without me. You're going to have an amazing family and husband," his heart clenched, "and you'll forget that you've ever had a boyfriend in high school. You can do this."

This time it was her turn to comfort him. Straightening her back, she cupped his cheeks. "I won't ever forget you, don't think that. Don't... Just don't."

She started breathing heavily and her eyebrows knit together. Knowing she was going to burst out in tears again, he shushed her by placing small, wet kisses all over her face. She couldn't help but smile. "Stop it,"

"No." he replied back, placing a kiss on her cheek. Then one on her chin, one on her forehead, one on her nose, one next to her lips, one above her lips.. Taking a deep breath, he kissed her lips gently. She kissed back and the kiss lasted until his mother called for them again. They both pulled back.

"Your underwear is under the bed." He said, not looking at her. She bend over and grabbed her underwear, quickly putting it on. The last time he'd see her in her underwear.

Her dress was on the bed and she put that on too, followed by her shoes. He didn't bother to put anything on. He wasn't planning on walking her downstairs anyway, it would hurt too much and as he made clear before, he didn't want to display his melancholy.

"I'm done." She said, fully dressed. He nodded and sat down on the bed. They stayed like that for a while, him on the bed, her standing in front of him. When his mother called again, they both felt like it was over. They had been planning to flee through the balcony for days, but it was all jokes and they both knew they wouldn't do it. They had been thinking about how it would be if she didn't have to leave. They made up baby names (Mila for the girl, Julian for the boy), she told him how she wanted her perfect wedding to be... but those were just dreams. They both knew that if these things would happen, they would happen without each other.

Both their stomachs were filled with a heavy weight, making neither of them move. They just couldn't. "Say something." She demanded, the silence chewing on her. He looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, his tears almost threatening to fall.

"I love you."

In that precise moment, the door burst open and revealed three tall, wide men. They didn't care about him being naked, all they cared about was the girl. The biggest man grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to the exit of his room. "Don't be so harsh--we weren't done yet!" she cried, the tears unavoidable. "I don't care! You have been up here for too long, it's time for you to leave." The man snapped loudly. She kept crying noisily as they dragged her out of the room, closing the door after them.

Screams and cries were heard from downstairs, but he couldn't move. He couldn't do anything. When the loud noise of a door obnoxiously being shut galled through the house, it was followed by a horrible silence.

His chest clenched so much he couldn't bare it anymore and he collapsed on the ground, emitting a loud sob. Tears ran down his cheek fast as he realized that she didn't even have time to say it back.

The next day, there was a letter delivered to his home. His mother had given it to him in bed. Opening the letter, he widened his eyes.

I love you too, always.

xxx

Thanks for reading my prologue, if you want me to continue just comment or something like that because I really appreciate that shit and it really motivates me to continue!

Here are all the characters and the way I imagine them to look like. Feel free to think of them differently! 

Alexia Valdez 

Jason McCann

Chloe Britto

Damian Albarran

(Chaz and Ryan should be needless to show)