The last thing I saw of her was her back, before she slammed the wooden old door shut, runing down the street. I stud there, staring at the wall. I don't know how many hours I was like that, but when I decided to move, it was dark outside.

I sighted and turned towards the mattress that lied on the floor, covered with a sheet, my pillows spreaded in the middle of it and my blanket screwed up in a ball. My hands were shacking and I didn't notice untill I sat down. I stared at the table, where my bow and arrows rested. One of the last whas sitting on the table, away from the rest, next to the little tools I used to make them.

We had another fight. And for the same reason. Because I couldn't love her. She knew that, I told her, but she didn't go away, she stayed next to me and whispered that she would teach me how to love her. But she couldn't, because I wasn't born to feel love. I was born to give love.

Not even when I was a kid I could love. I remember my foster parents adopting a dog for me, so I could have a friend and maybe stop hiding in my room all day, playing with the little bow that my big brother made me. I was responsable of looking after the animal, I had to take him out for walks, give him he's food and play with him. It was fun, I had fun with him like I would have with any toy.

But, one morning, when my brother let Spotty out to the garden, I heard a bark and the honk of a car.

After two years with us, Spot died. My parents stared at me when they told me, expecting me to cry, to feel something. I just shrugged and walked back up to my room to shoot some cans with my bow.

I never really felt the urge to love. I did wonder how it would feel to love someone, to know that if that person went away, your heart would brake, you would feel lost. That's what the books said would happen.

But now I needed to love. My heart was begging me to love Jade. To love her malicious smirk, her bitter humor. I wanted to love those green eyes that stared into my sould every time I looked at them.

It hurt. I never thought that not being able to love someone would hurt so much. I felt like my heart was ripping itself apart every time I saw the sadness in her eyes when she whispered "I love you" into my ear. It hurt every time I felt her naked, warm skin against my body, her soft, pink lips on mine. It hurt when her breath tickled my neck every time she fell asleep next to me. It hurt so bad to know that she wouldn't go away, because my arrow hit her, because she noticed me, because she loved me.

Before I knew what I was doing, the arrow that I'd been staring at for the past half an hour was in my hands while I sat back on my bed. I stared at the projectile. I wanted to love Jade. I needed to love Jade. Because I didn't want her to go away, I didn't want her to fall for someone else.

I felt the sharp, cold end of the arrow against my pulse point and I sucked in a shaky breath. My eyes were damp and my vision blurry. I saw then the door open slightly and a black combat boot step inside just before pressing the arrow against me.

But it didn't dissapear. The arrow didn't burst into a cloud of duts like it had to. I felt it dig into my skin and blood started to drip out. I saw Jade's eyes before my vision faded to black, her hands on my showlders before I stopped feeling, her voice in my ears before I couldn't hear nothing else.

My fear came true.

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