A/N: BOOM! Quick, wasn't it? Again, please excuse any mistakes. Reviews would be awesome. Enjoy. God bless. xxHeartBrokenxx
I stopped short in the sand at the sight of Zane. He had his back to me, looking out the water with his hands in his pockets. I called his name and he turned around, giving me a disappointed look before turning back around.
I walked up to him and grabbed his shoulder, making him face me.
"Don't look at me like that," I said.
"How do you want me to look at you Rikki?" he laughed sadly.
I looked at the ground, clasping and unclasping my hands.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"We need to talk about this like rational people."
He smiled ruefully before saying, "Hit me."
I took a deep breath and let it out shakily. "Did we just break up back at the house?"
He shrugged. "You tell me."
"Is that what you want?"
He let out a dejected laugh then looked at me with a mix of sorrow and anger. "What do you think I want, Rikki? I love you. Of course I don't want to break up. I thought we were on the same page, but obviously things have changed."
"Zane, I…" I trailed off, looking out at the waves.
He grabbed my hands firmly and looked deep into my eyes. "What do you want?"
I shook my head woefully, tears smarting my eyes. "I don't know. I don't know what I want anymore."
He loosened his grip on my hands to the point where he almost dropped them. "That wasn't what I wanted to hear."
"I know. I'm sorry. But I think we need to be honest with each other."
He took a step back from me and put his hands in his pockets. It almost broke my heart.
He looked at me questioningly. "What do we do, Rikki?"
I shrugged. "You tell me."
"Do give it another try? Try to fix all this." He dropped his voice and looked at the ground. "Whatever's left of it, anyway."
"Don't say that," I said, my voice catching.
His eyes glistened when he looked at me. "I don't want to, Rikki. I'm just being honest."
"I-I'm gonna walk. I need some time to think. I'll see you later," I said, turning and walking back up the walkway and to the road.
I breathed heavily as I walked, trying to process everything. It was too much.
I didn't want it to be over, but I didn't want to keep going.