Maybe...

Mez who had been walking on the roof was pacing back and forth, "I wish I knew if she cared... May Cam was right, maybe she was just playing me. She didn't even seem glad to see me, I tried to be her knight and all she did was run away like she was angry at me for something." He said as he paced, he walked to the edge of the roof looking at the snow below, he paced back and suddenly felt as if he stepped in something mushy. He looked down just in time for the floor beneath him to give way and send him crashing down into the room in front of Jen. Some boards fell on him, another board sliced his arm making a wound. It hurt terribly with the slivers, he made a grimace in pain some boards layed across his body. He groaned in pain, his leg had a sharp part of a board stab him in the leg. He would've laughed if he hadn't been in so much sudden pain. His blue eyes closed for a second breathing, he wasn't one to let something this painful get him down.

He slowly opened his eyes and before him was the women he loved. He knew how much he wanted her to love him, his eyes lost their glow. He hadn't noticed the tears he didn't know anything about women or love, he only knew the feelings he felt towards her and that she never seemed to feel the same way. He forced his eyes open looking back into her's, He tried to get up but his leg was in terrible pain at the moment. He looked at her his blue eyes sad not from the pain of the fall and stab wounds, but from the stab from her beauty. He wanted her and he couldn't have her, he wanted her to be his and yet everything worked against him.

His hand lifted from his side lightly touching her cheek lovingly, if he was able to move he'd have kissed her right there and then. He would've then asked if she'd be his. His eyes looked longingly into her's, he wanted her love, she always seemed to push or run away. He wished for once he could convince her to stay even just a little while with him.

He winced in pain, if she didn't realize he loved her since the day he met her it was kinda hard. He fought for her eversince he met her and yet she always seemed against them being together. "Jen... I..." He stopped trying to not seem desparate or annoying. "Jen... I've loved you eversince I've first seen you. It's been torture that you keep running from me, I don't know if you truly love me or not because you run. Jen, I love you so much..." His eyes were filled with pain, he wanted her love and if he couldn't have it. He didn't know if he'd be able to find someone else that easily seeing he was in love with her.

"Mez-kun, I have not been running. I loved you with all of my heart, but if you love me, why did you break my heart and tell me I did not love you?! Mez-kun, Why?!"

He looked at her, a light smile came across his face. "So you really did love me...." The board in his leg made him wince in pain, "I thought you truly didn't love me, you ran away so often I said I'd fight the world for you and you ran away."

"W-hy?"

"I thought if you ran from me in tears over and over again when I was putting my life on the line and making me feel like I was a bad person because I made you cry I figured you hated me." He moved his hand to her's taking it in his, he closed his eyes giving her hand a light loving squeeze. "Jen, I love you."

"Mez-kun, I've lived on the beach all my life. I have no social experience. I love you alot."

He looked at her, his eyes shone with love for her, he wanted so much to kiss her. Eversince he rescued her he wanted to take her in his arms and just kiss her. But he didn't want to take advantage of the situation. She had gone through a lot lately and to kiss her now would've been taking advantage of a weak time.

"I don't know what else to say. I love you."

He smiled, he tried to adjust so he could sit up, but he couldn't. He looked at her, he felt like a helpless puppy. He wanted to kiss her so much, but he didn't want to get her mad and he wasn't able to reach her either. He decided to try and ignore the urge since she was still new at social life and all he didn't want to rush her.

"I'm going to try and take the board out of your leg, ok?"

He looked at her and smiled, "Okay." He braced himself for the pain, he didn't want to make her feel badly about the pain he would feel from having a sharp board removed from his leg. How the pain hurt as it was, his flesh has slivers and he'd have to get the doctor to remove them from the wound so he didn't get a infection.