I'm reposting this as I had to stop writing it some time ago. I have more to add now and can finally post it! **********************************************
“I already said I loved you. What else do you want?”
He stared at me, then lowered his eyes to the picnic table, and fiddled with an Autumn-reddened, maple leaf that contrasted severely against his pale skin.
“I don’t know why I thought this could work,” he said quietly, “We’re...we’re just too different.” He stood and shoved his hands into the pockets of his black trenchcoat to protect them from the wind, then did an abrupt bow so low that his braid fell forward and pooled slightly on the ground, “I’m sorry. I think I may have made a mistake.”
“What are you talking about—”
“No,” he was still quiet but firm as he stood to face me, “Let me finish...please.”
It hit me that this argument was different.
“I think I made a mistake,” he continued.
It hit me that I had missed something important.
“We need and want different things...”
I was mesmerized by his words as they clouded in the cold air; not seeing him at all.
“...and I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
I slowly stood as the last of his words dissipated in the atmosphere. Unconsciously I grabbed the maple leaf he had toyed with earlier; my hands balled into fists on the tabletop and I could feel its dry prickly texture as it crushed against my palm, “And do I have a say in this?”
He flashed me with that sad, angelic smile I hadn’t seen in years, “Please don’t...don’t make this harder than it already is. You and I both know it’s better this way.”
I made to move toward him but he backed away.
“I’m leaving you,” he said as he studied a group of kids on the merry-go-round; avoiding looking at me, then he laughed awkwardly, "It's been fun...you know?" He turned to me and smiled softly, “But know that you’ve always had a say in everything we've ever done."
He continued to back his way out of the park as I stood frozen in place, "Unfortunately, Heero,” he continued, still widening the gap between us, “it was the listening not the 'saying', that I needed from you most,” he finished, then abruptly turned and left without once looking back.
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