urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paradiseislost Take Everything From the Inside and Throw it All Away. Katie 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paradiseislost:11585 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z My December-Linkin Park This is just part 3:<br /><a name="cutid1"></a>Part 3:<br /><br />He saw her from his seat. He wasn't sure what she was looking at, but he could tell she was becoming upset. He wanted to walk over to her, to comfort her, to kiss her until they both collapsed, but he knew he had to contain himself. She looked so sad. He tried to turn away, but he was worried. What was making her so upset? He saw her start to cry. He got out of the chair he was sitting in and walked over to the computer, trying not to make a noise. He was looking at her, trying to get her to look at him. He could see her body shaking. She clicked the box that was open, closed. He knew she didn't want him to see it. He was slightly puzzled at this, but he let it go. He wanted her to get up, fall into his arms, and tell him everything. If she was hurting, he wanted to take that hurt upon himself. He didn't want to see her suffer. Finally she looked at him.<br /><br />"What's wrong?" He asked, with genuine concern. He wanted to know, he wanted to help. He could see she was hurting, he wanted to hurt for her. Tears were streaming down her face now. The went to wipe them away and paused as his hand lay on her cheek. He heard her gasp, only loud enough for the both of them to hear. Suddenly she rose out of the chair. He stepped back, not expecting it. She started to run up the stairs to the room she was staying in. He wanted to follow her, to grab her and tell her it would be ok. He knew he should wait a little bit. He was getting questioning looks from his friends in the next room, but he ignored them. <br /><br />Slowly he made his way over to the steps. As he climbed them, one by one, he thought about how sad she looked. He loved her, he didn't want her to suffer. He reached her room, the door was shut. He knocked, and called her name quietly, so she would know it was him. He knew this wasn't necessary, she knew it was him. She opened the door. His heart ached for her. <br /><br />"Are you ok?" He asked, knowing the answer. She wasn't ok, anyone could see that. He embraced her, and held on to her tightly. He never wanted to let go. She started to sob. He held her even tighter. Suddenly she pulled back. She was staring up at him with her big brown eyes. She whispered something, something he couldn't make out.<br /><br />"What was that, love?" He asked her, speaking in barely more than a whisper himself.<br /><br />"I...I love you." She said, choking back the sobs.<br /><br />If you want the whole story, here it is:<br /><br /><a name="cutid2"></a>Part 1:<br /><br /> She stared at the computer screen, tears forming in her eyes. Her hands were shaking as she clutched the mouse. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She was trying her hardest not to cry. She knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes upon her. The first tear fell. She knew they wouldn't stop, now that they had started. Her head fell. She felt him move toward her. It was like they were on the same brainwaves lately. He quietly walked over to her. She looked back at the screen and exited the box. She couldn't look at him. She wouldn't let herself. She couldn't let him see her cry.<br /><br />Part 2:<br /><br />"What's wrong?" he asked her softly. She looked up at him, knowing what would happen, tears flowing down her cheeks. He raised his hand to her face and started to wipe away the tears with his thumb. The warmth of his hand on her cheek made her quietly gasp. She didn't want him to let go. She rose out of the chair quickly, almost knocking it over. He stepped back, startled. She started to run up stairs to the room she was staying in. She knew he would follow. Thats just the kind of guy he was. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or bad thing. If anyone found out...She ran to the room and shut the door, but didn't lock it. She knew it was wrong, but she would let him in. Sure enough, a couple minutes later, there was a knock on her door. He called her name, not loud, just loud enough so she could hear him. She got up and walked over to the door. The knob turned and there he was. He looked at her with his caring eyes. <br /><br />"Are you ok?" he asked her. She nodded. He pulled her into a hug. Her face pressing against his chest. She started to sob. He comforted her, whispering to her. She loved him, and he loved her, but they both knew that no one could know. It wasn't right. This couldn't happen.<br /><br />Part 3:<br /><br />He saw her from his seat. He wasn't sure what she was looking at, but he could tell she was becoming upset. He wanted to walk over to her, to comfort her, to kiss her until they both collapsed, but he knew he had to contain himself. She looked so sad. He tried to turn away, but he was worried. What was making her so upset? He saw her start to cry. He got out of the chair he was sitting in and walked over to the computer, trying not to make a noise. He was looking at her, trying to get her to look at him. He could see her body shaking. She clicked the box that was open, closed. He knew she didn't want him to see it. He was slightly puzzled at this, but he let it go. He wanted her to get up, fall into his arms, and tell him everything. If she was hurting, he wanted to take that hurt upon himself. He didn't want to see her suffer. Finally she looked at him.<br /><br />"What's wrong?" He asked, with genuine concern. He wanted to know, he wanted to help. He could see she was hurting, he wanted to hurt for her. Tears were streaming down her face now. The went to wipe them away and paused as his hand lay on her cheek. He heard her gasp, only loud enough for the both of them to hear. Suddenly she rose out of the chair. He stepped back, not expecting it. She started to run up the stairs to the room she was staying in. He wanted to follow her, to grab her and tell her it would be ok. He knew he should wait a little bit. He was getting questioning looks from his friends in the next room, but he ignored them. <br /><br />Slowly he made his way over to the steps. As he climbed them, one by one, he thought about how sad she looked. He loved her, he didn't want her to suffer. He reached her room, the door was shut. He knocked, and called her name quietly, so she would know it was him. He knew this wasn't necessary, she knew it was him. She opened the door. His heart ached for her. <br /><br />"Are you ok?" He asked, knowing the answer. She wasn't ok, anyone could see that. He embraced her, and held on to her tightly. He never wanted to let go. She started to sob. He held her even tighter. Suddenly she pulled back. She was staring up at him with her big brown eyes. She whispered something, something he couldn't make out.<br /><br />"What was that, love?" He asked her, speaking in barely more than a whisper himself.<br /><br />"I...I love you." She said, choking back the sobs.<br /><br />Please tell me what you think...please? *gives out cookies*