Unexpected

25 | Breaking Point

Dedicated to northbynorth because she's still my favorite author.

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"Winter, what are you doing here?" Nate asked but I only hugged him tighter as I cried on his shoulder. "Winter."

"Don't leave," I said as I cried.

"Come on, I need to go," he said as he gently pries my arms from his neck.

"No, please," I begged as I held onto him tighter.

"Winter come on," he said, annoyed. He pried my arms away from his neck and I stood there, looking at my shoes.

"I need to go," he said. "Goodbye."

"No. Don't. Please," I said in between sobs as I held onto his arm. He looked at me with a bored expression on his face.

"You're acting like a child," he said.

"I'm acting like a child? Who's the one running away from everything?" I asked, angry that he could even say that.

"I'm not running away. I'm just going to Australia to experience more," he defended.

"No. You are running away. You're running away from me," I said as I gripped his arm even tighter. "You're leaving me."

"You can survive on your own, Winter. You're not a baby," he said angrily.

I sobbed even harder as I placed my other hand on his arm as well. My tears were dripping on the floor because I was looking down, not knowing what to do anymore.

"Just please," I begged, still looking at my feet.

"I need to go," he said as he tugged on my hands, trying to remove them from his arm but I hugged him tightly and cried on his shoulder, crying even harder. I clung on to his back for dear life.

"Please, I need you," I cried, the sound muffled by his jacket-covered shoulder. "Please, stay."

He was still trying to pry my arms from him.

"Winter, let go," he ordered. "I'm going to miss my plane."

"No," I said stubbornly but he managed to pry me from him again.

"I really need to go," he said, turned around and walked away, his boots clacking on the white floor.

"You said you love me," I said and he stiffened and stopped in his tracks.

He still had his back away from me so I carried on talking.

"If you love me, then why are you leaving? The engagement is postponed. We could just be together peacefully like we did before. Then why are you leaving? Isn't that what you wanted?" I asked accusingly at him. "What? Don't you have anything to say?"

He turned around slowly and looked me in the eyes.

"I don't love you, Winter," he said with conviction and I felt what remains of my heart break--piece by piece.

"You're lying," I said, more tears running down my eyes that his face looked blurry.

"I'm not. Why would I be?" he said.

"Then what was the meaning of everything that happened the past few days?" I asked.

"That's it. The past few days," he said. "It's such a short time to love someone. Everything that happened were spur in the moment things."

"No," I said, not believing everything he's saying. "You're lying."

"I'm not," he said. "Do you want me to repeat it again?"

He walked toward me and each step was a dagger to my heart.

"I don't love you, Winter. I never have," he said, looking straight into my eyes.

A second later, my hand stung from slapping him. His face was turned to the side but I continued on pushing his shoulders.

"I hate you," I said. I didn't wait for his reaction, not wanting to see how much he did not care about me. I simply ran.

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I walked up the stairs towards my bedroom and closed the door. I had a bottle of whiskey in my hand and I was a sobbing mess. It hurt so much.

I opened the television to a movie. I didn't bother knowing what movie it was, I just jumped on the bed and opened up my bottle of whiskey. The bitter liquid, burning my throat as I took a few swigs.

I just kept drinking while staring at the movie and a knock came after a some time.

I held on to my bottle as I walked clumsily towards the door, my vision a bit hazy.

I opened the door to see my mother, father as well as Nate's parents.

"Winter?" my mother said at me with a concerned look on her face but I had already slumped on my father's arms. If he hadn't caught me, I would've fallen on the floor.

"Jesus," he said. "What happened?"

"He left me," I said, my words slurred. "Just like that."

The bottle of whiskey fell on the floor near my feet and some of the parts of the glass embedded on my skin.

"Oh my god!" my mother gasped. "Carry her to the bed, honey."

My dad hoisted me on his arms and carried me to the bed. "Isabella how much of the whiskey did you drink?"

"More than half," I answered.

"Jesus," he said as he lay me on the bed. "Someone get the first aid kit."

Someone handed it to him after a few minutes.

"This is going to hurt," he informed me.

"'S alright," I said. Nothing hurt more than what I'm feeling.

He removed the glass from my feet with tweezers and I winced every time. After a few minutes, I dozed off. Thoughts of Nate running on my mind.

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-Alex