Chapter Twenty One: Stop And Don't Even Start Confessing

I had so many unspoken words to say to Seine. I started off with just saying her name, "Seine-"

I was immediately cut off by her. "Stop, and don't even start confessing. You're just in the moment of speaking to people right now." She says, placing her bony hand on her bony hip.

"I'm just trying to talk to yo-" I was cut off once again.

"No, don't. I have to go anyways, it would be such a waste of words."

We were standing in the middle of church, some people facing us. Seine starts her way out the church.

I started to walk-follow after her.

What was I doing?

I turned her around by the waist, and kissed her lips again. This time, she didn't kiss back at all but she wasn't pushing me.

I pulled back, and she punched my arm. She began to yell at me. "What's the matter with you?! Stop kissing me!"

"Why don't you ever pull back?!" I yelled back.

"Whatever," Seine opened the doors of the church, and walked down the stairs to her car.

I began to follow her, calling out. "Don't just say 'whatever' then walk out, I'm talking to you!"

"I don't care, I have to go."

"No, you're going to talk to me!"

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

She stopped walking but didn't turn to face me. "Stop talking to me, Nicholas. We're not friends like we were back in grade school, I don't want to be friends with you anymore. Stop trying to talk to me because I don't want to talk. I don't like you, I don't know why you're still trying. I have to go back to my college now, so if you don't mind, shut the hell up and go back!" She yells.

I was hurt by her choice of words, and something tore in my heart. Her.

She was ripped out of my heart because she broke me.

"Then why'd you come here, destroying my wedding?" I ask, trying to keep the hurt out of my voice.

She turned around, but she smiled-smirked- through it. "You're never going to get my answer."

She began to walk away again, this time, I didn't follow.

I stood there, alone, in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Damn it!" I yelled, loud, causing heads to turn and look at me. My hands were curled up into fists, and I was filled with a mixture of sadness; misery; and anger.

I ran to my car, and slammed the door shut once I got in. I started the ignition, and drove away to my apartment.

I grabbed all Mary Ann Beth's things, and threw them into boxes near the door.

I let down all the drapes, I slammed my bedroom door shut, locked it, and curled into a ball on my bed. Being by myself like day one.