Neon Rain- Prologue

{Most of this prologue is true, or at least the break up part. Names were changed to protect identity. The rest is purely imagination.}

Prologue-

I leaned forward and hugged Haydn, watching as a tear fell from his eyes. He pulled away, turning his head so he didn't have to face me. My hand reached forward and touched his face, gently making him face me, “What is wrong?” My voice was shaky, I knew what was happening.

“You don't get it, do you?” He said, filling his voice with false courage.

I shook my head, “No.” It felt terrible to lie to him, but I didn't want to say out loud what I was thinking.

Tears fell faster from his eyes as he choked up the words, “I'm breaking up with you.” I stopped breathing. Tears were falling from my eyes like a waterfall. How could I have ever thought this was going to last?

“Syd?”

I looked at him, my heart shattering. “Why?” I managed, my breath coming in short gasps. He paused, not wanting to answer. “ Why?” I repeated.

“I can't handle you being depressed all the time. I hurts me to see you like that.” Haydn looked down, avoiding my eyes.

I wanted to slap him so bad. I wanted to tell him how stupid of a reason that was. I wanted to, but I couldn't move. I collapsed onto the ground, barely catching myself with my hands. He leaned down and tried to help me up. I looked at him and said softly, “Get away from me.”

Slowly he stepped back, almost tripping over his feet. He turned to leave, but at the door he stopped, “I'm sorry.”

I closed my eyes as he walked out of the door. “Don't leave me.” I silently pleaded. No answer. I stood up awkwardly, and almost fell toward the window. Out of the open blinds, I could see him running away from my house, tears soaking his face. “I love you...” I mouthed and closed the window. My shoulders crumpled as I gave in. Shaking, I stumbled over to my bed and sat on the edge. Rubbing my eyes, I muttered “This isn't happening.” But he was gone. Haydn was never coming back. I fell backwards and sobbed.

****

The first thing I saw when I walked into the gym was Haydn. He was sitting where he always sat, where we used to sit. Which happened to be where all my friends were sitting. A swallowed a tear and walked up the steps. I sat on a bleacher below him, trying not to look at him. I smiled at my friends, trying to make it as real looking as possible. They saw right through me. But oddly no one mentioned it. I sat there, waiting for the clock to change. I didn't speak much. If I would have, I would have started crying. I could feel his eyes staring at the back of my head. Then his voice was talking to one of his friends, acting like nothing happened.

The crowd starting clearing the bleachers as the clock hit 7:50. I whipped my bag over my shoulders and practically ran down the stairs. I turned to corner, rushing just to get to class. I was never so happy I didn't have any classes with him.

****

The moment I got home, I shut myself in my room. It on went like this for days. I was slowly dying, I had given up my will to live. Haydn was the only reason I lived for, and now that he was gone, I didn't see the point in life anymore. It was stupid that I loved him so much that I let him destroy me.

At night, my pillow was so wet that I couldn't sleep. I was realizing that no matter how many times he ever told me he loved me, he was lying. If he truly loved me, he wouldn't have thrown me away like a piece of snide trash. I obsessed over what I had lost, so much that I never noticed Asher.

Asher was a guy who completely had me speechless. He was kind, shy almost, smart, cute, and just an amazing guy. I started noticing him staring at me a few weeks before, but quickly averting his eyes when I caught him. After Haydn broke up with me, I started noticing it more often. I smiled back every once and a while, and soon he would do the same instead of averting his eyes. I was slowly climbing out of my depression, but I still wasn't ready for another boyfriend. Asher rarely talked to me, but I could tell that he liked me. And I started to like him.