No

"Is there someone else?"
I had to say it like that. Ease the pressure.
I saw the look in his eyes.
Those dark green eyes I thought I loved.
How they shifted away, only for a moment.
The gears turned.
His lips twitched, ever so slightly.
Lips that started to form a word.
A word that I knew would make or break my world.
I saw them move. But I heard nothing.
I didn't even read them.
All I could think of was that first day.
I was new in school, an outsider.
No one liked me. I was a klutz.
But he did.
He sat with me everyday.
At lunch, in English class, during assemblies.
And eventually at Football games, and in restaurants.
His room, my room.
Even trees.
I loved spending time with him. He always knew how to make me feel good.
He was there for me when my grandmother died.
Those late nights on the phone with each other,
hushed whispers of "You're the world," and "Love is the only thing between you and I," lest our parents hear such grand proclamations.
But you...
You're drifting. Away.
You came by when you could, and picked up the phone when you couldn't.
But I've missed you.
The you that wouldn't hold my hand before I kissed your cheek.
The boy that would crack a joke to break the most quieting tension.
The guy who would take two trains and a bus just to find the florist who sold my favorite flower.
The man who would stand up for me when I was backed into a corner with my head between my knees, yet would still hold me in his arms and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
He disappeared when you started talking to her.
Her, who for as long as I can remember has taken everything from me.
First small things- toys, clothes, make-up.
Then the affection of my pets, my parents' love, the friends at my old school.
Everything..
But you're mine.
My boyfriend. My lover. My soul-mate.
She can't have you.
Can't she?
Does she?
I see the glances.
I hear what you say to each other when you think I'm out of earshot.
"She's just a flirt."
"It doesn't mean anything."
The reveries stop.
They only lasted an instant.
I heard the drawn out syllable of the answer I didn't want to hear.
I saw him kiss her.
I saw him kiss her.
When he came by, I was just getting in from soccer practice. I saw them in the foyer, but they both had their eyes closed. I didn't interrupt them. I didn't speak. I just backed away, broken.
I went to my room and waited for him to ask where I was, to knock on my door.
How could he deny it?
How could he lie to me?
He loves me, doesn't he?
How could she do this to me?
I say it, quietly.
"I saw."
Two words. He knows I know.
If only he had been truthful, if only he had said "Yes, I kissed your sister, and I'm sorry. It's just that..."
Any number of excuses would have done, I was willing to believe them all. Forgive him, put it behind us.
But he lied to me.
I start to wonder how many times he has kissed her.
How much else they've done together.
Was it me? Did he go to her for things I refused to provide.
It doesn't matter. I've made a decision. I stand.
Tears well in my eyes and race down my face.
The look on his face tells me that he knows what he did, how it made me feel. He knows that these are tears of the deepest sadness.
"Leave."
He sits for a second. Then picks up his knapsack and gets up to go. He stops, and starts to say something.
"I-"
"Don't," I interject. "Just get out. I thought you were special."
He exits without another word.
I go to my window to watch him leave my home. Hopefully for the last time.
It's dark, and trees line the drive on both sides.
When he reaches his car in the driveway, someone yells.
It's my sister. Two years my senior, it's obvious she got the better end of the gene pool. In body if not in mind.
I watch her run up to him.
I watch them talk for a minute.
I watch them kiss, again, for what must have been twice that long.
She's never kissed him goodnight before, I watch him leave every time he visits and she's never kissed him.
He must have told her. They must be so happy now, with me out of the picture.
I go to my bed and let myself cry. I can't stop it, honestly.
She knows I loved him.
So why would she take him?
Why would she take my life?