So, as of right now, "What's Left of Us" has 650 adds on here. We have gone over 150 likes on our Facebook page. Yay! Thank you all so much for your support! I'd say this is a cause for a little teaser!
Please bear in mind that this is very rough, unedited version, that might be changed in the final version.
Please share it, critique it, whatever it :) Okay, okay, I'll stop babbling. Here goes...


“I knew you didn’t want me there. God,” he said, his eyes full of something I recognized very well. Self-disgust, guilt, shame. I saw it every time I looked in the mirror.

“You don’t know anything. I always wanted you,” I whispered. He turned his back to me and ran his hands through his hair, resting them at the back of his neck. I hesitantly reached out with my hand, wanting to touch him, but then I let it fall.

He scoffed at my words. “You sure had a screwed up way of showing that,” he said, then took a deep breath to calm himself down. “Look, I didn’t come here to fight with you.”

“Why did you come here, then?”

His shoulders tensed at my words, and he took a few seconds before he turned around.

“What do you mean?” he asked. His shuttered expression told me he knew exactly what I meant, though. It may have been a year since I last saw him, but I could still read him like an open book.

“You knew this was the only college I got into,” I said. “But you had other options. So tell me, why here?”

His features softened instantly, and the mask he was trying to keep on his face dropped. He walked back to me and took both my hands into his, leaning his forehead against mine. I tried to memorize the way it felt, to capture this image in my brain because I didn’t know if I'd ever experience him being this close again. His eyes were closed, his breath warm against my skin as he was trying to get out the words I knew he’d say.

“Because I couldn’t not be around you.” It was almost a whisper, but I heard it. He gave my hands one final squeeze, then dropped them by my side and just walked away. I stared at his retreating back, willing him to turn around, but it never happened. Of course it didn’t happen. He just left me behind, again.