Title: It's Not Like You Meant To Do It
Summary: A short, tragic one-shot I wrote in a cancelled Critical Thinking class! Based on L/G and spoken from L's POV. "I'm still waiting. I'll never stop waiting."
Author Notes: Kinda different to my usual stuff but was in a bad mood! Let me know if you like or don't. And keep reviewing! Thanks! xxxx
Disclaimer: I only own the plot!

It's not like you meant to do it.

It's not like you meant to throw my life off-course.

It's not like you meant to plunge me into a whirlpool of self-pity.

But you did.

And I can't help but never forgive you for it.

"We'll grow old together." You would coo into my ear. "We'll have a big fancy wedding. Three children, two girls and a boy, and spend the rest of our lives side by side, hand in hand."

I believed you. Of course I believed you. I always did. Like I believed you when you said you were just going out for milk, that you would be back in ten, I wouldn't have to wait long.

I'm still waiting.

I'll never stop waiting.

They say that it was ridiculous for us to feel like that at sixteen. Then again we had a ridiculously complicated relationship. But once that had passed, no one else mattered, nor their opinions. All that mattered was the fact we were in love.

Besides what's life without some ridicule?

It was your smile that did it, slightly lopsided but full of life and an energy that could light up anyone it was flashed at. It was a smile that could send my heart racing, a smile that I looked forwards to seeing, a smile that for what felt like years I longed to feel pressed against my own, and when I finally did, a smile you promised would never leave me.

I believed you. Again.

It wasn't like you wanted to go out. I begged you not to. But I was staying over and you wanted to make me hot chocolate. That's so you, putting everyone else before yourself.

You told me to get the mugs ready. It was only milk; you would only be ten minutes.

These are the longest ten minutes of my life.

You stop in the doorway to kiss me. I moan that it's dark outside. "I'll be fine." You say.

Once again I believed you.

As you step into the poorly-lit street I call out your name. You turn back wearing a smile.

That smile.

"Ten minutes. I'm counting!" I laugh, still reluctant to let you go.

"I love you." You beam, pouting a kiss across the drive. I let out a girly giggle, one which only you can make me set free.

"I love you more!" I reply, heading back inside before you can argue back.

You said ten minutes.

I frown at the clock. Your watch is probably wrong; yours can't say that you've really been away twenty minutes.

Thirty.

Forty.

I pace the kitchen, I've tried phoning you but you're not answering. I grab some water from the fridge, something catches my eye and I pause.

There's plenty of milk.

It was hours before they found you. Hands still clutched on a bunch of now-demolished flowers and a scattered box of chocolates. Face emotionless. Not even a smile. Body still.

It was a joke right? I mean you were going out for ten minutes. We were in love, getting married, having three kids and growing old together side by side, hand in hand.

But you were never one to play jokes on me.

It's not like you meant to break my heart.