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[/color][/b] I hung up the phone and let it fall to the ground. The screen shattered in an explosion of glass, what was left flickered and sparked with embers. It was a dramatic way to end this love story. Sam Recke was gone, he'd just called me. He didn't want to talk to me again. I looked at the broken Pantech Matrix on the ground and shuddered. This would be starting all over again. The tears began to flow and my vision was blurred, the makeup around my green eyes stinging and bleeding. I ripped back into the stall, though I knew I shouldn't have been riding at the moment, and grabbed Tera's lead shank. She was a little antsy, but that was okay. I didn't yet know what I wanted to do, but I was tired of wondering. I would make it all up as I went along.

The gray Warmblood towered above me, her leather leadline rough and biting into my palms. They were skinned and raw by the time I'd gotten her out into the pasture and mounted, throwing her halter over a post and exchanging it for a hackamore. No one tried to stop me, the barn was empty, and the horses were the only ones to hear my cries. I pulled myself up slowly into the saddle, making more than the usual one motion and plopped down on Tera's back. For awhile, I just leaned against her neck and cried. My head felt so heavy, and my neck felt so limp. The mare didn't like it, she paced back and forth a few times, but after awhile, she calmed and put her head down to graze. I didn't care. What was there left to care about? I stared up at the sky, forsaken, and bled my eyes out for fifteen minutes. My muscles ached, I felt nauseous, as if I'd just run five miles. My whole body shook as if I were undergoing some kind of arrest. I was suffering for the first time from a broken heart. And this stupid skater boy had punked me like Ashton Kutcher on an especially mischevious day. Some sort of action had to be taken, maybe not revenge, but there had to be something done about this. It couldn't be right to just sit here and cry.

My calves pressed against Tera's sides and it was as if I'd clapped my heels into her. The mare took off at a wild gallop, and I didn't care, because I could handle even her fastest speed. We would only run for awhile. For several minutes, the Warmblood ran on, not blindly, but excited, as always. The world was a green blur of spring and sunshine, the heat would be too much if not for the wind I was passing through. I felt like a bullet shot from a silver 44' pistol. But gravity had to come into play sometime. I pulled Tera into a collected canter and sat tall in the saddle, my eyes on the land spread out before me. There was a lake ahead, then nothing but waving grass to the east. And to the left, the woods. I pressed my left leg against Tera's side and she veered in the direction of the dark spruces. It was strange to think the woods were forbidden to students, yet there was no fence seperating the pasture from the place. I slowed Tera to a fast trot, then a walk, and we continued on. The light played through the trees, bringing back so many memories with Sam.

This was our place. I giggled in the bright sunshine and ran through the grass, my knees flying high so as not to be scratched by the sticky stalks. Sam Recke, my adorable crush, was following behind me. Come back, Carter! He yelled. We'd run almost a mile now, but I wasn't tired in the least. The nervous rush of adrenaline running through my veins kept me far from it. I could run for days and never slow down if Sam was still behind me. The woods were up ahead. I knew it was wrong to be going in, but I didn't care. The spruces loomed ominously, but the sunshine had a decieving manner, and anyways, Sam was with me. He would protect me from anything. I darted into the woods, and felt like some sort of fairy princess. The air was alive with floating particles falling to earth, butterflies and birds swooped throughout the leaves, and there was a constant soft chatter. It was cool under the shade, unlike the early spring heat.

I stood around in wonder for a moment, a slight breeze and woosh through the trees tossing my flowy top around before I heard footsteps. Sam entered the woods and I giggled again. He sounded so sexy breathing like that. His body bent in half and he leaned over himself, hands on his knees, head on the ground before he finally stood up and took a look around. His eyes lingered longer on me than anything else, his brown eyes widening. Goodness, Carter. You wore me out. He laughed. Ashley was after Sam this month it seemed, and when he'd showed up at my house, she wouldn't go away Yes, but at least we're alone.[/color] I murmered, easily bringing the tone back to seriousness and romance. The way he looked at me made me nervous. Would he finally kiss me today? Sam moved forward gently, and I swore I could hear his heart hammering. With all the awkwardness of a foal on his legs for the first time, Sam wrapped his arms around my waist. Do you like being alone with me, Cart? He murmered, his eyes looking deep into mine, It unsettled me in the most lovely way. I looked to the ground, shivering in his warm embrace. I-I kind of do. I murmered, finding the courage somewhere in me to look up at his face again. Sweaty brown tendrils of hair hung in his eyes, but he smelled incredible. His breathing was still heavy, but I had a feeling it was more anxiousness than anything else. His teeth were shining, his lips pulled back in a huge grin. I do, too. He murmered, and the words seemed confident, but his voice shook. Very gently, he leaned forward, and his soft lips pressed against my cheek. I blushed even more when a slight sound escaped my own, some mixture of a sigh, moan and squeal. I want to be with you, Carter.[/i]

That had only been a month ago. He'd never worked up the courage to ask me out, but maybe that had never been the reason why. Maybe he hadn't wanted to, and I was the only thing he could get, so he settled for holding me, and kissing me only on the cheek or forehead, when he knew I wanted his lips on mine. How I had loved him then. How I hated him now. I brought Tera to a walk, then a halt and tied her to a thick-trunked tree. We had just passed through the place where Sam and I had carved our initials, but I was trying to get the old oak tree out of my head. There was no use recalling to mind what made me cry.

A football field away, about a hundred yards, was a steep, short cliff. I knew I was being overdramatic, but I wanted to scare myself. Put myself through just enough pain to frighten myself out of loving Sam anymore. Really experience what he was putting me through, let it out. I walked with the quiet assurance of an assassin to the ledge. I'd run two miles that day, but my heart was pounding now as if I'd run until there was nothing left.

When I could finally see past the overhanging, the world opened up before me. The drop below was farther than I'd thought, maybe two-hundred feet instead of one. Sharp rocks and boulders all below, surrounded by more trees. There was a white wooden fence about six feet away from the ledge, but it was easily crawled through. I removed my Converse and socks, and came to the cliff, letting my toes hang over the rough rock. I let go, and finally collapsed, what I'd wanted to do since I'd gotten that phone call from my love. My legs found a sharp rock somewhere on the surface and it cut. I gasped, and at first drew back, but then found myself searching for the piece of flint or stone. It felt good. I grabbed the russet piece of rock, stared at my pale white wrist for a moment, and sliced. I bit back a scream as the crimson flowed down my arm, and let it hang over the cliff, drops falling for yards before they hit the rock below, splattering it a lovely color, like thickened paint. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and my leg bled, so I scooted to the very edge and let it slide out into the open air. Sam... I sobbed. I screamed his name to the open air, and collapsed into unconicousness at the ledge, dangerously close to my death.


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: ’Come on Kelley, you wanted to play football didn’t you?’ His words hang thick in the air, and my heart was racing. He was the linebacker for the Leopards and stood nearly a foot taller than me, and close to a hundred pounds more. I knew one bump to any part of my body would shatter my world, the electric blue shocking the whole school. ”Look, Brandon, can’t we just settle this another way? I swear to whatever fucking heavens there are I didn’t touch her!” I could feel the tips of my fingers brush against a brick wall, and I knew I was doomed, flash of white coming at me, and I held my breath; my arms distinctively coming up to block my face. Stupid idea, Aaron. Stupid fucking idea. I could feel the bones twisting underneath the pressure, my heart beating as fast as a hammer, my head light. The last thing I remember hearing was, ”What the fuck, Brandon! Why’d you hit him so hard?”

: My mother was so worried about me after that, she pulled me from the school. She didn’t care much for my begging and pleading and decided some fresh air in some fancy place in California. I didn’t care for the horses much, but my mother decided that those people were the calmest and wouldn’t pick fights with me. Oh dear, mom, really?

: I had finally agreed, and a pang in my heart left me wondering if it was for the best. After all, the ‘light’ hit of Brandon managed to break my left wrist’s radius bone in half. I hated surgery, but it was daily life for me. I sported a light blue cast for this wondrous break. I looked out of the window of my mom’s truck, and I heard her voice ringing in my head, ”Oh, Aaron, you’ll love it here! I know you will! I’m sure there are tons of ‘hot’ girls here for you, and just think they are probably well, behaved kids.” I took a deep breath and shook my head. ”You try way too hard, mom, you really do.” I rolled my eyes, hoping she wouldn’t be able to read the pain that sprung from my eyes.

: I hit the side of the truck as I closed the door, ”Yes, I will call you everyday, just go!” I held my bags in my arms, smiled, and waved with my casted arm. I would drop my bags off and runaway. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I just would.

: I looked around at the scenery as I passed it, almost wondering if my mind would change after I got far enough away. My jeans scraped the floor, black converse patting in rhythm. My dark blue polo shirt clung to my chest, but it didn’t bother me. I shrugged off my thoughts and looked for the forest my mom had so excitedly told me about.

: When my brown eyes ran over the green and the broken down ‘KEEP OUT’ sign, I felt my heart lift. I could get my life over with and be out of the grasp of the disease that held me to tightly to a doctor’s office, what had gotten my parents accused of child abuse at amusement parks when I fell. I would bring relief to my mom, friends, and family. It was a new idea for me, but I was done with it. I could see my mom’s stress level rising every time I got hurt. I was worth living for me, but why be selfish. She could live a happy life, a carefree one. I didn’t care how many times she told me she loved me; she said it to convince herself.

: I just started running, and running. Tears welled behind my eyes, feet lifting high enough not to stumble on branches, my mind twisting and laughing at my own pain. My golden hair seemed to fly as I ran, but I attempted to run and keep running.

: My legs burnt and my lungs were on fire when I finally stopped. All I could see was trees and bright blue skies turning dark overhead. I could only see my footprints in the mud lining my path back to the entrance. I wouldn’t go back, no. I knelt down, my knees not hitting the dirt, but rather balancing on the ball of my feet. My arms shook as they rested against my legs and my head looking down into the brown soil. I placed my right arm in the dirt, almost as if saying goodbye to what I knew until I heard a sound.

: My heart stopped, had I been found? Was the sign really going to be what caused me to get in trouble? I’m new here. Yes, I saw the sign. No, I thought it was a joke; you should really get new signs or chain it off.

: I shook my head. When I looked behind me and began to speak, there was nothing. I turned around trying to see something, somewhere the sound could have come from. I could hear the sound repeating in my head, breathing and crying. I could see grey between trees, and a ledge. I could feel a frown appear on my face and I knew it was time. When I hid behind the trees I saw the source of the sound. The girl sat there, half hanging off the ledge. She was crying, bawling more of. It made my heart drop for her. What she did next shocked me though; she scanned for rocks and began cutting herself. I wanted to scream for her to stop, but I was no better for wanting to jump from the same ledge.

: Sam… When she collapsed backwards I could feel my heart stop. My mind not thinking as I scattered forward to her side, my whole body covering hers, all my strength attempting to pull her from the side of what might be her death. My index fingers pressed to her wrist, hoping to feel some sort of pulse. ”Wake up! Come on, just wake up!” I looked back, there was no way I could carry her all the way to the other edge of the forest. I couldn’t call anyone. ”GOD DAMNIT!” I screamed, curling over and tears coming to my eyes. I didn’t know her, but the thought of finding her dead, watching her do what she did, and not doing anything. I was responsible, wasn’t I? I pounded my fist into the ground, the pain shattered through my arm, but I merely rubbed my already casted arm. ”Just wake up, please. Please!”

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[/i] The perfect, and decidedly male voice coming from next to me. I wanted to so badly, but I couldn't move quite yet, and my eyelids seemed to be made of steel. Then came the sobs and that moved me a little more, my heart leaping in my chest. In a moment of my wildest dreams, I let my imagination wander away with me and for a moment, believed that Sam was the one calling me back. Sam...[/color] My lips whispered. I could barely hear my own voice, but maybe he would answer.

In a rush of sudden hope, I opened my eyes wide in effort. Only to find that Sam wasn't there, but a wiry blonde boy in a cast. I hadn't been crying before, but suddenly, the pain was so much, so overwhelming. Because I realized that there had been no need to cut myself. Sam didn't care. That's why he wasn't here. He didn't give a fuck about me, and I had no right to feel that way for him. Yet, here was a stranger, sitting here. Crying for me. Summoning all the adrenaline that came with this terrible realization, I reached up to touch the boy's face, because he hadn't seemed to notice me yet, and I had no idea how much more pain he could be put through right now. Don't cry... I murmered, my voice cracking somewhere in between. My throat felt so dry, and I was such a hypocrite. Here I was asking someone not to cry, and I was bawling my eyes out. I guess I wanted to suffer alone, and to face this by myself. After all, that'd been my intention in heading out here and cutting my arms and leg, but I so intensely appreciated having someone by my side, even if it was a stranger. It meant so much more that he seemed to care so much about me. I supposed that's why I suddenly felt like I cared about him in the same way. He didn't look to be in the best shape, and I suddenly wondered about his casted arm, the fist attatched pounding the cliff. I reached out, my hand enveloping the boy's. Stop. I said, tears streaking down my cheeks. I could hardly bear someone being in as much pain and sorrow as I was in right now. It was like looking in a mirror and seeing myself in my most pitiful state. I just wanted to stop it, but maybe not to look away. This stranger was beautiful in the most unsettling way. Why are you here? And who are you? I said, my eyes closing momentarily. It took so much force to form my lips around the words, to lift my tongue to the roof of my mouth. I spoke a little slowly, but maybe he wouldn't notice.

I tried to remember what had happened before this, if I'd heard footsteps before I cut my arm, but I remembered nothing. Maybe he'd been there to see my cowardly way of dealing with this hurt inside. Maybe he had stumbled upon me, bleeding and unconcious and hoped he could save me. I didn't mean any offence by saying this, but he looked like he could use some saving himself. He seemed so sad, not just worried for me, but like he'd been upset before and seeing me just made it all the worse. I hated to be the reason for his sorrow. Letting my head roll to the side, I saw the drop spread out before me and carefully moved away from the ledge. One wrong move and either of use could fall. He'd tried to move me before and succeeded in taking a few inches, perhaps a foot, but I was still so afraid of falling to the death I no longer wanted. Best to be safe. And I certainly didn't want to see this boy die in front of my eyes, either. Because if he jumped, I would too. We had been so suddenly thrown together by the circumstances, I felt attatched without knowing his name. Now pulling myself up, my strength returning, I stared at the boy, unintentionally, but closely for maybe five or six seconds. I looked to the ground immediately after, feeling wrong for watching him that way, but he seemed so hurt. A few seconds. Are you okay? I asked carefully, looking up at his face, which seemed a little guarded. I wished he wouldn't try to hide how he felt from me. I wanted him to be comfortable. Yet, the question had been a strange one. Here I was, in danger of bleeding to death and I asked if he was alright. I looked at my leg and arm in passing. Yeah, we'd have to get those bandaged up with something soon.


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: ’Sam…’ Again with the Sam thing. I looked to the ground, she was fine and that was what really mattered to me. I sat back, taking a deep breath, relief washing over me. My heart was still beating, still fearing myself. I couldn’t just jump with her right there, watching me like a hawk. I could pretend to slip. I rubbed my eyes, trying to recall anything good in my life. I shook my head, hair falling into my eyes. The anger boiling in my veins and finally I popped. ”What the hell were you thinking? You could have died, so selfish. So selfish to think no one would care if you died!”

: I stood, hands rubbing my face again. My heart was racing and my legs carrying me back and forth; pacing. I hated pacing, hated being nervous, hated being who I was. I could feel the tears coming on their way. I tried to smile, thinking it would freeze the liquid water on their way. I couldn’t, I frowned and slid to the ground beside the girl again, the ledge still whispering my name. ”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, just…” I closed my mouth. I wasn’t about to just open up to some stranger girl hanging off the edge of the cliff still.

: She was still crying. I rubbed my head. Body feeling as if it were on fire, as if something was telling me I was wrong. My mind switched between trusting her, and not. I wanted to. No. I hit my head lightly, trying to stop the second-coming thoughts. ’Don’t cry.’ I sucked in air, holding it in as long as I could before exhaling and looking to her.

: Her voice was dry and sounded as if she needed water. My heart still was racing, quite like a thoroughbred needs the track. I needed to think. ”Touché,” I attempted to laugh through the tears, though I managed to fail and it sounded more like a gurgle. I sat on the edge with her, both of us crying for two different reasons. I nearly shied away as her hand engulfed mine. She didn’t know about my disease, she would worry. I let my fingers curl around hers. Holding on to the last shred of hope I had.

: Just don’t answer, avoid the questions, and turn it back to her. Her voice sounded as if she struggled to be strong, but it took me by surprise, ’Stop.’ How was it possible to stop crying with someone just telling you to? To me it was as if asking me to step from the cliff, and finish the job I wanted to, the reason why I came here. I shook my head, my breathing hard and my eyes blurry. ”You wouldn’t understand.” I choked out, hoping that would be that. She seemed like a smart girl though, probably getting everything she wants in life. Obviously just not enough to keep her from nearly committing suicide in a forest late at night, but then again, why was I here?

: ’Why are you here? And who are you?’ I sucked in air between my teeth, my hand warmed by hers still. I shook my head. For the first time, I wanted to tell her my story, explain my case, and explain why I moved here. I wanted to open and tell her everything. I always got like this when I got upset enough, but usually I kept myself well under wraps.

: ”I could answer this with the easy ‘none of your fucking business’, but I’m sure you’d expect a straight answer.” I wasn’t joking either. I felt the hatred rising up in my heart, not for her; for how everyone treated me after everything, and after they knew. I squeezed her hand lightly within mine, and slithered my hand to freedom. My hand was clammy, nerves rising high into my throat, threatening to burst at the seems. ”My name, on the other hand, is Aaron,” I took another deep breath before continuing, ”Aaron Taylor Kelley. Not much of a nickname you can give me within that, but most call me Aaron, few call me Taylor, fucking jocks call me Kelley. It is really up to you. So now you know who I am, do I get to know a bit about you?” I tried to smile, my eyes finally beginning to dry.

: I could see her mind churn at thoughts, and it made my stomach feel as if I engulfed a thousand butterflies. I closed my eyes and slowly counted to ten, trying to calm my breathing. When I opened my eyes, I could only see her aquamarine eyes staring at my own boring chocolate brown ones. I could feel my cheeks on fire, and I shook my head. Her eyes falling back down to the ground, it was quiet and awkward for a moment before she spoke again. ’Are you okay?’ I shook my head by instinct. ”No, it isn’t.” I frowned quickly explaining, ”Not to terrify you or anything, but I have Osteogenesis Imperfecta. It is only type I so it isn’t horrible, or going to kill me anytime soon. OI is pretty much brittle bone disease. It is hard on my mom, hard on my family. I’ve never been able to enjoy amusement parks, because the last time we went I slipped and broke my leg. My mom and dad were taken into custody on suspicion of child abuse. I moved here because a football player decided to beat me up,” I held up my wrist, and spoke again, ”My parents started fighting and got divorced a little over six month ago. I didn’t take it well, and well, I guess we are in the same zone on the unhappiness I guess. I wanted to jump.”

: I nodded over to the edge and looked back to her, heart beginning to settle. ”Your boyfriend isn’t going to bash my skull in for this is he?” I wanted to kiss her, but I held myself back. So instead, I lifted her hand gently, hoping for her not to distinctively smack me. I lightly kissed her hand and smiled, ”Thank you for asking, and what would be causing you to want to kill youself?”

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[/i] He said. And he was probably right. But I wanted to so badly, it had to count for something. I reached up slowly again, to touch his face and though I'd planned for it to be only a quick stroke, I let my fingertips rest there for more than a moment. His skin was so soft and warm. I was beginning to feel cold and alone. Yet his hand was still wrapped around mine, and I couldn't be unhappy as long as it was so.

I was left hanging on every word, convinced that I could live the rest of my life with a smile on my face just from what he'd already said. Then he raised his voice again and I was left listening intently. Though he bashed me frequently, profanity streaming from his lips, I didn't care. His tone oozed hatred, and I hoped it wasn't for me. I didn't think it was - what had I done to him? - but already, I was becoming so obsessive over the boy that I could hardly stand the thought of him being mad at me. Aaron, he said his name was. I smiled up at him, my whole body weak, but my grin strong, braces sparkling. Ooops. I'd forgotten about that. Hopefully he wouldn't mind? I closed my lips suddenly and quickly, careful to keep them close together as I spoke. Uhm ... I'm Carter Westwood.[/b] I couldn't think of anything else to say. 'I-I've lived here since I was little, so I'm not new to Laudeville or anything.[/b] I offered. He was obviously new. I didn't think a guy like him would have wandered into the Berlington Woods if he had known what went on here. Well, look at me now. Projecting ideas of how I wanted Aaron to be onto him at the drop of a hat. Because I thought he was perfect, and I couldn't imagine it any other way. I continued to stare at him for a long while, wondering why he was closing his eyes and breathing so steadily. He opened his eyes and I had to look the other way, the intensity of the moment was too much to handle. Brown eyes stared back, all I saw for a split second, his lashes thick and tangled, irises gleaming in the fading twilight. How long had I been out here?

Not to terrify you or anything, but I have osteogenesis imperfecta. He began. At first, I thought he'd just been kidding me, but with the way he spoke, I knew he was being completely serious. I racked my brain for medical terms I'd learned in health class, but came up blank, wanting so badly to know what he was suffering from, but not understanding. Thankfully, the beautiful boy explained. And then I understood why he seemed so moody about it. I tried to act like it was nothing I hadn't heard of before, nothing that would change my opinion of him, but the world had been spun backwards. I imagined him a little boy at a park full of rollercoasters, stumbling in the crowd, crying as his leg shattered. Tears shed, useless as his parents were blamed for their innocence. My heart broke, and my deceiving hand lifted to my lips, which had parted to for a small, shocked 'O'. I had stopped crying for a little while, but as this suddenly begun story was spun befor me, and as he told me exactly why he was here, I couldn't take the acting like it didn't matter anymore. I wrenched my eyes shut, clamped down, tears squeezing through and streaming down my face again. My whole body shook as I sobbed for him, someone I hardly knew but felt so deeply for, I couldn't understand why. When I opened my eyes again, I looked for his, finding them, my bottom lip quivering as I tried to hold back wailing and sobbing. Well, you can't now. Cause I won't let you. I said, my arms wrapping around the boy I hardly knew, not knowing whether to hold on tightly to prevent him from moving or to be gentle. I was so worried I would break him. I settled for something inbetween, eyes searching his. I wanted to kiss him, terribly. Our faces were only inches away from each other's, but I couldn't. I was terrified, and he was too incredible. He would never take it well if I did.

Still, through the tears, his words made me smile. No. I don't have a boyfriend. I grinned, staring at the ground before looking back up to Aaron. I ... I almost did. That's why I'm here. I didn't want to kill myself, I just wanted to ... get scared. And then I stumbled, and cut my leg. Once ... once I'd drawn the blood, I just couldn't stop. I said, blushing bright red as he kissed my hand and smiled. My heart fluttered, the skin where his lips had been burning like crazy. I looked the other way, trying not to let him see, wanting to change the subject. I hated making people feel awkward. Before we got past that, though, I still had some serious questions to ask. You're not going to jump, are you? Promise me. I muttered, bravely looking him in the eyes the whole time. I wanted to be straight-up, and I demanded an answer. A good one, at that. Because if I'm afraid I'll break you now, I'd hate to think what you'd be after a fall like that.[/b] I murmered, cutting off the eye contact now to stare out across the open space laid out before us. The shadows of the twilight painted the cliffs blue, his skin a soft lavender. And if you jump, I jump too.


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: Seeing her began to make my heart want to stop, make me fall into thoughts I never imagined. I shrugged off the thoughts though. I had only really felt as if I loved one girl before, and as soon as she knew about my Osteogenesis Imperfecta she nearly flipped. I wasn’t the kind of guy to sleep around like most at my age. I liked to commit myself to one girl, not three or more.

: I looked to her, my hand brushing through my own golden blonde hair and eyes falling over her every curve and smile. Oh and how did she smile, she flashed her pearly whites in a smile at me. I didn’t care she had braces and I could feel my heart began to pump faster, my whole body aching for her. Stop it, Aaron. I shook my head and looked to the ground. Her pale hand lifted though and stroked my cheek. Her touch burned holes into my thin skin that pulled itself over my brittle bones. As her hand fell from my cheek, I attempted to grab it and hold it close to my chest. I could see every tiny bump beginning to form on her arms.

: ”Cold?” I spoke indistinctively. My whole body slid closer to her own thin frame, my attempt to get closer to her. ’Uhm… I’m Carter Westwood.’ As I was about to speak she threw in her own words, though I was mildly happy. 'I-I've lived here since I was little, so I'm not new to Laudeville or anything.’ It wasn’t what she said, or how she said it, but a laugh rumbled from within my throat.

: ”Well miss Carter Westwood, you don’t have to hide those shiny pair of braces. They are quite slimming on you.” I joked and my arms wrapping around her. ”We can always walk back towards home whenever you want. Then again, I don’t mind pretending to be your jacket. I squeezed her close to me, truly never wanting to give her up, but I knew she may want to some time.

: When she looked at me and our eyes managed to meet I felt that spark. The spark they talk about when you truly love someone. I could feel a smile pull across my face and I stared out to the horizon. Black sky meeting shadowed hills. I couldn’t make out our own shadows cast across the ground. ”How could I possibly love you already?” I whispered so quietly it was inaudible.

: My voice quivered when she stared at me, long and hard after telling her I had Osteogenesis Imperfecta. I let her take the option to wander from my arms, though I enjoyed her warmth. My heart stopped and I knew she was afraid. Most were.

: I merely smiled at her and shook my head, trying to pretend I wasn’t disappointed in the fact she had the look of fear plastered to her face. Nothing was her fault. It wasn’t her fault so long ago that I slipped over a toy in the gift shop. It wasn’t her fault it was expensive for my parents, it wasn’t her fault they started fighting.

: ”It’s alright, Carter.” I spoke loud enough for her to hear over my hammering heart. Though I took my time speaking her name, almost as if it was my favorite ice cream and I took as long as I could to eat it, just so I could save it and enjoy it longer.

: Our faces came close together, her breath warm on my neck. Suddenly our conversation switched back to me wanting to jump. ’Well, you can't now. Cause I won't let you.’ I laughed again, ”I mildly figured you wouldn’t let me. Just because my bones are brittle, doesn’t mean my brain doesn’t work properly.”

: I wanted to scream when she said she didn’t have a boyfriend, but I wanted to play it cool. Make it seem like, ‘oh no big deal.’ Instead, I pulled her closer to me, my lips kissing the top of her forehead. ”That was in the past, he’s an asshole for giving you up. Then again, I guess I also have to thank him for being the greatest person for leaving you,” I smirked, knowing she would probably get angry over the fact, but I quickly spoke again, ”The good thing about it, before you go ahead and break my shoulder of something, he left you for me. He’s an idiot for not taking you as his girlfriend.”

: I shook my head. ”No, I promise I won’t jump as long as you can promise me you won’t cut yourself with rocks again?” ’Because if I'm afraid I'll break you now, I'd hate to think what you'd be after a fall like that.’ I smiled; sure of what to do know. She spoke one last time and I interrupted her before she could finish. ”You aren’t jumping, and I won’t jump.” I shook my head. ”Plus, if I jumped I would surely break, but you,” I inhaled, ”Don’t need to ever be worried about breaking me. You won’t, I promise.” My hands traveled to her chin and I looked into her eyes. ”I promise you won’t ever break me.” I whispered. I leaned forward, my own soft lips pressing against her pink ones. I let my hand fall from her chin, I pulled away slowly.

: My hand brushed her cheek and I smiled, ”I think, I think I may love you.” I spoke hesitantly and brushed my lips against hers one more time. Carter Westwood. My heart pounded quickly, my words replaying in my head, “I think, I think I may love you,” and I could feel it in my heart. I think I really did.

: I looked to the horizon, it was like a fairytale to me. I was sitting next to the most gorgeous girl in the world, kissing her under the starry night sky. I knew it scared her that I had OI, but we could work through it, couldn’t we?

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[/i] He asked. Damnit. And I'd hoped he wouldn't notice. I only nodded shyly, a giggle escaping my lips as he slid in next to me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, a big difference from the cooling night air around us. I might not have accepted so much attention if he were anyone else, but this was the boy that had saved my life. I trusted him wholly. Tucking my head under his chin, falling against his chest, I felt comfortable. I could hear his heartbeat in my ear. It wasn't steady at all, which made me grin. Probably just as nervous as I was. And I was terrified. Fortunately, though, we were sitting down and now I was too involved, so I couldn't run away or fall under my shaky knees.

Oh, what a relief. He didn't have a problem with the braces. You wouldn't believe how many people didn't need them here in Berlington or had already had them taken off. I was one of the only students with them and they often made me feel bad. His laugh broke my heart for some reason, I guess because I knew he hadn't been that happy before he met me. And this was the first time I'd heard it, not forced, genuine. I was so shy, I was delighted that he continued to speak up, though. The conversation didn't bump along like most I tried to hold, but stayed smooth. His words were also a distraction from the tears I had been about to shed. This was all too much, being able to make Aaron happy. I knew he'd been so upset in the past, an hour ago, he must have been drowning in the misery. And here he was, a smile on his face, arms around my waist. He squeezed me closer to his body, and I grinned again, trying to forget the sad part of this story. "I like the last option." I smiled, my arms finally lifting to wrap around him. He could be happy now, the affection was requited. Not that I hadn't felt this way from the moment I saw him, but ... I'd always been unsure of myself. Second guessing was one of my greatest talents. Right now, I wasn't sure how he felt for me, even with his arms wrapped around me, laughing and smiling. I could always be wrong about this, and I could never be sure until he told me himself.

If I could have seen the words that played across his lips, I would have been the happiest girl in the world. Instead, I followed his gaze and watched the canyon spread out before us, the sun's dying breath shot across the sky, a grey glow on the horizon. Stars had already appeared. Drat. If I'd spotted the first early enough, I would have wished for Aaron. I would have wished that he could be normal, and have a prettier girl by his side on a night like this, that he had never been upset. All for his sake, asking nothing in return. It was true that I was terrified by the bone defect he had, but only because I feared breaking him. I worried about making one wrong move and bruising the fragile skin stretched over his skeleton. And I'd never considered myself a strong girl. Still, I knew he was stronger than I was, at least in some instances. Fewer physically than internally, but regardless of what the doctors told him, in my eyes, he was. "It's alright, Carter." His voice drew me back to where I was. His arms had unwrapped from my waist, fallen at his side. I reached out to them, guiding them back to where they had been. I'd always hated to be alone, and I only wanted to be moving forward with Aaron. No pausing or stepping back. He said my name more beautifully than I'd ever heard it said, and I blushed, pulling away from his chest. I should have spoken earlier. His heart was pounding, threatening to bust through the fragile rib cage. I smiled as he spoke, telling me something I already knew, but appreciated to be heard nonetheless. "I know." I smiled, very slowly lifting my head to kiss his forehead. He wasn't a stranger anymore. He'd only been here with me for ... twenty minutes at most now, but I felt like I knew him well. It seemed as soon as I had pulled away, the action was returned, and I blushed. Sam had never done so as gently or as swiftly. My skin burned below his lips, my cheeks now a permanent hot pink.

He's an asshole for giving you up. I grinned, giggling. How I wished Sam was here to hear this right now. Then again, I didn't, because he probably would have punched Aaron in the face for it. The words only stung slightly, but I watched him as he finished, waiting to see if he would say more. Sam's rejection meant a lot to me, that was apparent by what I'd just done. I didn't take it lightly, but Aaron seemed to realize what he'd just said, saving face. "I'm for you, huh?" Suspicion, an eyebrow raised playfully, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "But you won't make that same mistake, now, will you?" Oh, the courage it took to say that line. I was actually getting pretty nervous now, I'd gotten so involved in this situation, I wouldn't be surprised if Aaron took me in his arms and kissed me right now. And not that it wouldn't be what I wanted, but I'd never been kissed before. It'd be my first, and I wasn't sure how he would react. I shivered, now realizing that I'd moved away from him a bit, and cuddled closer, my arms pressing against his in the embrace. "I promise. It was a one time thing." I said, smiling at the boy, though I was still a little afraid that one or the other would still take that jump later, after we'd departed. Promises were things easily broken when the person on the other end wasn't there to help you hold it up.

Yet how easily his words reassured me. He wouldn't jump, I wouldn't either. And now his hands were travelling to my chin. My heart dropped into my stomach, and I fought screaming. I promise you won't ever break me. Oh, if only you knew, Aaron. The more promises you make, the higher the chances of one being broken. But it was too late to think about that now, he was gazing into my eyes fiercely, determination somewhere in between the stars and fire. I wanted to pull away right now, scared to death of what was about to happen, but an instinct, or a feeling, one buried deep inside made me stay right where I was. I wanted this. I just had to remind myself. And so, I took the plunge, and had my first kiss with Aaron Taylor Kelley. His lips were so soft. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. Something burned in my stomach, my heart had taken off, drumming along to a heavy metal bass line or something of the like, fast and quick. My hand reached up to comb my fingers through his hair, and it was over. I didn't break him. In fact, he seemed very happy. His hand reached up to stroke my face, and goosebumps raised on my skin again, though my whole body was on fire. I giggled nervously, his words setting off every nerve in my body. My heart pounded faster, if that was even possible and my breath was just shy of hyperventilating. "R-Really?" I grinned, quivering. My eyes closed, and I pressed my lips together, taking in a shaky breath. I opened my eyes again, where he was waiting patiently and beamed. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world." I laughed, the blood still flowing from my leg forgotten. I was close to fainting, I was sure, from the blood loss and the tense nervousness. "And I don't care if you have osteogenesis imperfecta or whatever." I laughed, remembering to breathe again. "You saved me. And I think that I might love you, too." I exhaled, smiling. Tears were back in my eyes, I was always overly emotional. My fingertips stroked his cheekbone gently, the saltwater finally breaking from my eyes, streaming down my face, even as I grinned and kissed his lips again, moving back and forth in unfamiliar patterns. I broke away, grinning and taking a breath much like a gasp in, biting my lip. I could still taste him there, sweet and sharp. My fingers continued to run across his beautiful face and through his hair. "I'll take care of you." I grinned, letting my arms fall to wrap around him once more. This was impossible. I had to be dreaming, and this had to be heaven. I had slipped from the ledge, fallen into the ravine, drowned. I didn't care. This angel was sitting with me, everything I needed, at least for now, watching over me. And likewise, I would watch over him.

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