Like every other night, it went quickly. The first few rays of the sun had come through the windows, leaving little trails of gold on the floor. The light soon hit Sabriel's eyes through the shutters of brown hair, and as he stirred, he turned over, trying to get as much time as he could. However, getting up seemed inevitable when the alarm clock went off. Sabriel sat up, blowing some of the messy locks of hair out of his eyes and looking around.
That was weird. January wasn't there. But it didn't worry him much; he was probably off to class already. He hopped out of bed, changing out of his clothes from the day before and into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt before realizing he hadn't had a dream about him. Well, he probably had, since he had woken up feeling fuzzy, but he didn't remember it. That was unfortunate, especially when January had specifically told him to dream about him.
After he had changed and brushed his teeth, he walked into the other room, finally spotting the notebook. It was open, and he became slightly curious as to whether or not he was working on another song. Now there was only one question left — should he invade his privacy and ruin the surprise, or not?
Oh, he was so going to look.
Bouncing over to the notebook, he grabbed with it with a smile on his face, though the smile was wiped away and he seemed pale as soon as he started reading. January was breaking up with him, stating that he had never loved him.
This had to be wrong. This was some joke that wasn't funny that Connor was pulling, or someone really mean had done this. This... couldn't be true... But Sabriel knew inside that it was. It was January's handwriting. As one last attempt for hope, he went through the notebook to make sure that it was his — and it was. All the songs, all the everything, was in there, in January's handwriting.
January had really broken up with him.
Staring at the page numbly, silent tears began to trickle down his face. Had he really made him feel like everything he had done was wrong? After everything... everything... after all the songs, after all the kissing, after all the hugging and wonderful moments, January had never loved him. Though it was hard to believe, Sabriel accepted it for the mere fact that it was the older male's words. Sabriel closed the notebook and rested it to the side of him, reaching up to his head and feeling his cat ears. He had planned on losing those to him... but it looked like that wasn't going to happen.
His shoulders started to shake as he went to his closet, sobbing softly now, hesitating before grabbing the cell phone that he had been given and grabbing the notebook again before leaving the dorm room. There were too many memories there, and even though he was going to be depressed the whole day, he needed to get away from this place. Just the night before, he didn't know what he would do without January. And he still didn't. He might as well have been dead if he had caused him that much pain.
He opened the door of the room and exited, slamming it as he left. He wasn't going to classes today; Michelle could write him an excuse. He finally started running through the hall, trying to get to the nearest exit, tears blurring his vision and falling out of his eyes.
When he had finally started believing life wasn't as bad as he thought it was... it came right back and smacked him in the face with a vengeance.
That was weird. January wasn't there. But it didn't worry him much; he was probably off to class already. He hopped out of bed, changing out of his clothes from the day before and into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt before realizing he hadn't had a dream about him. Well, he probably had, since he had woken up feeling fuzzy, but he didn't remember it. That was unfortunate, especially when January had specifically told him to dream about him.
After he had changed and brushed his teeth, he walked into the other room, finally spotting the notebook. It was open, and he became slightly curious as to whether or not he was working on another song. Now there was only one question left — should he invade his privacy and ruin the surprise, or not?
Oh, he was so going to look.
Bouncing over to the notebook, he grabbed with it with a smile on his face, though the smile was wiped away and he seemed pale as soon as he started reading. January was breaking up with him, stating that he had never loved him.
This had to be wrong. This was some joke that wasn't funny that Connor was pulling, or someone really mean had done this. This... couldn't be true... But Sabriel knew inside that it was. It was January's handwriting. As one last attempt for hope, he went through the notebook to make sure that it was his — and it was. All the songs, all the everything, was in there, in January's handwriting.
January had really broken up with him.
Staring at the page numbly, silent tears began to trickle down his face. Had he really made him feel like everything he had done was wrong? After everything... everything... after all the songs, after all the kissing, after all the hugging and wonderful moments, January had never loved him. Though it was hard to believe, Sabriel accepted it for the mere fact that it was the older male's words. Sabriel closed the notebook and rested it to the side of him, reaching up to his head and feeling his cat ears. He had planned on losing those to him... but it looked like that wasn't going to happen.
His shoulders started to shake as he went to his closet, sobbing softly now, hesitating before grabbing the cell phone that he had been given and grabbing the notebook again before leaving the dorm room. There were too many memories there, and even though he was going to be depressed the whole day, he needed to get away from this place. Just the night before, he didn't know what he would do without January. And he still didn't. He might as well have been dead if he had caused him that much pain.
He opened the door of the room and exited, slamming it as he left. He wasn't going to classes today; Michelle could write him an excuse. He finally started running through the hall, trying to get to the nearest exit, tears blurring his vision and falling out of his eyes.
When he had finally started believing life wasn't as bad as he thought it was... it came right back and smacked him in the face with a vengeance.