I don’t own Jordan or Woody but I own Ruby and Bek.

It wasn’t long before I found Woody. He turned towards me and shot me a look of anger through the sadness pooled in his eyes. It was then that he must have spotted Ruby as the anger faded and a look of hope appeared.

I stepped to the side and was soon joined by Bek as Ruby slowly walked over to join Woody. I didn’t want to watch but I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from the pair. The shyness between them soon disappeared as apologies were made before I watched my Woody take Ruby into his arms.

I turned slightly unable to bear the sight and found that Bek was no longer by my side or even anywhere in sight. I turned my eyes back to Woody and Ruby in time to see them disappear behind some shade tents, walking slowly hand in hand.

Seemingly no longer being able to hold my weight, my legs gave way and I was soon crouched on the ground against a small tree. I hugged my knees to my chest and stared straight ahead. I couldn’t cry; I couldn’t scream; I couldn’t chase after Woody and demand an explanation; I couldn’t do anything that I felt like I should be doing. I just sat and stared. I had no real idea about what exactly had just happened but I knew that I’d lost Woody.

I felt nothing and although everything around me faded, I didn’t jump as a voice beside me quietly said “he loved you for so long.”

I didn’t look up at the face and made no comment even as the shoes beside me retreated until they were out of sight.

I wasn’t usually a big crier but right now I started to wish that the tears would come; that I could do something to rid some of the numbness I felt. But I couldn’t do it; no tears would come.

Although Woody had chased me for so long, when I finally took that chance with him, I still had my worries. Woody is a few years (2 years in fact) younger than me and although he said that age never worried him, I was always conscious of the fact that he might one day realise that he wanted someone his age or younger than him. I had mentioned that thought to him one night but he assured me that I was the only one he wanted and that we were perfect for each other.

It probably wasn’t the best thing for me to do but I sat there thinking about the promises we’d made; the promises he’d made.

Whether it was subconsciously or not, at times throughout my thoughts I head his laugh; that sound that I was so used to being directed at me; that sound that gave me shivers.

At that thought, as if by some miracle, I felt one tear leak out of the corner of my eye and travel down my cheek before dripping from my chin to the dirt I sat on. I expected more to follow but no others chased that lone tear in its path.