Drop and Run
SS by Cay

Justin’s POV  

Regret. 

Pain. 

Two of the hardest things to live with. 

The rememberance of losing something, someone, or even doing something wrong. 

I know. 

I thought it was for the best. 

I thought I could go on without her, but I was only fooling myself. 

You see, I tried to live without my heart, my feelings, my very soul. But I was wrong. Drastically wrong. 

Everyday, I’ve been forced to wake up trying to live my life without that vital part of me. 

Not living, but existing with the knowledge that I left her.  

I left her alone with him.  

Wade. 

He was my best friend. The only guy I trusted with her. 

But I should have seen the looks, the stares, the eyes. 

They were the same as mine. 

But I was too blind to see. The illusion of always being with her caused that. 

I never thought we’d be apart. 

Everyone thought we would be the perfect happily-ever-after. 

But then again, everyone was the reason for it not. 

I couldn’t take the pressure. 

I couldn’t take the constant hassling of the reporters, always questioning our relationship, always branding me as the one that messed up. 

I couldn’t take their constant remarks about her, labeling her as everything that she wasn’t and nothing like what she was. 

She was perfect. She was perfection. 

And I spoiled it. Like spilling black paint onto a marble floor, I destroyed the picture perfect image. 

Dragging myself out of bed, I pull over a random t-shirt over my head, and make my way downstairs.

“Morning J.” 

“Hey Chris.” 

Chris sits at the table, sipping his coffee with the paper in front of him. After knowing him for so many years, I see the way he’s trying to hide whatever he’s reading from my view. Snatching the paper away from him, I place it in front of me, and the same regret that’s been haunting me for weeks, floods through my body once again.  

Spears seeks comfort in arms of Choreographer 

Slamming the paper down, I leave the room despite the shouts of Chris, telling me to calm down. Walking over the TV, I switch to MTV and with that, my jaw drops to the floor.  

Hey!? Is this thing on? 

 

I saw him dancing there by the record machine 

I knew he must have been about seventeen 

the beat was going strong 

playing my favorite song 

My eyes never leave the screen for a moment as I stare at the person I abandoned. The person that I left behind. 

She’s amazing. 

Putting my head in my hands, tears slowly start to form out of the side of my eyes. I don’t believe it. She looks better than ever. And it hurts. Because I’m dying. 

And she’s living. 

That’s the result of my drop and run.