One Last Breath-nine;

"If you really were sorry, you'd take me back. Please, please, pleaaaaaase."
"I just can't."
I flipped my arms around and showed him my wrists.
"Eric. Look. My scars are healing. It was only because of you. I need you. I really do," I pleaded.
"Vici, you don't need me," he said.
I disagreed with that more than I've ever disagreed with anything. My heart couldn't take this. It felt like heartbreak was all I've ever known. I kissed him. After about eight seconds, he pulled away, and turned around and walked away. The most random thought came to me at that second, "either that boy has been working out, or that six pack was a birthday present."
"Eric," I called after him, "Wait!"
He didn't stop walking, so I ran after him. I caught up to him, and put my arms around his neck, to hug him.
"Don't leave me," I whispered. To my surprise, he turned around. Our eyes locked. His voice was also in a whisper when he said, "How come you didn't want me so much before?"
"I don't know. I just didn't realize how much I . . . love you. You know?"
He nodded, and just stared at me without saying anything. I just stared back, hoping he'd say something. Anything.
"I'm already dating Ryleigh, Vici, I'm sorry. So sorry," he told me, sounding sincere.
"Break up with her," I said with a wobbly voice.
"No, that'll hurt her," he said, without realizing how much that one sentence hurt me.
"What about me? Did you ever think about how much you hurt me? Why did you stop loving me?"
"Who said I stopped?"
"I love you. A lot. Please take me back," I begged.
He didn't do anything but walk away from me, like I was nothing. That's exactly how I felt.