Snippet #2539849

I sagged back as she ripped herself from my arms. I couldn't watch her walk away, so I leant my head back, fixating my vacant gaze on the fan above. It turned lazily, no breeze caught by its blades. I closed my eyes to block it out as well. She admitted it to me, she admitted she felt the same as I did all these past months. She had lied to me that night, breaking my heart in the process, but I could understand why. It was twisted, and wrong, but I could. Yet she couldn't expect that now, now that I knew the truth, that I'd let her leave me again.
College.
"We still have time." I told the fan. "Before that happens. We can still make it better before then." I opened my eyes and looked back down at her. Her arms were wrapped around herself, as if she were making sure she didn't fall to pieces. She looked so very small. "You can't expect me to give up. And I can't let you give up."