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  Three Little Words 
 by Kat  

 "I love you."

The words had hit him like a pile of bricks. He was completely thrown off
by it. Those three little words had flipped his entire world upside down.
Why had she said that? Why? Maybe she really did love him. He never would
really figure out the reason why she said those words to him. And the
strange thing was, he was actually scared of it. He was scared of a
phrase, a simple sentence that people muttered every single day.

He had pushed her away, not wanting to face the feelings that had begun to
cloud his mind. He had walked away from her with his tail between his
legs. She had pushed him into this position where, for one time in his
life, he was clueless about what to say. Not even a snide remark or a 'Oh
thank you'. Just...nothing.

He had been stumped by three words. Three freaking words.

It was confusing how those three words, how 'I love you', could have such
a powerful impact on people. He saw it couples everyday holding hands and
throwing each other loving looks. But he also saw those same people
fighting and arguing the next day. Why? Love was why. Love and it's
confusing little ways. 

He found it crazy how people could devote their whole life to just one
person in particular. Why would you just give your life away just to be
with one person? To please one person? To be nice to one person? The
answer escaped his mind. 

He was attracted to her, yes, but so were alot of other guys or men. Who
wouldn't be? She was pretty, beautiful even, and she was also incredibly
smart, graduating in the top of her class. So yes, he felt an attraction
to her, it might even be a little crush on her.

But love? That was a major thing.

He had been in love once, strange for a guy who hated people. But he
didn't always hate people, he hated people after his supposed 'love' left
him. The only time he had uttered those dreaded three words to someone and
she left him a little while later. It had crushed him to pieces. He had
given her his heart and she had stamped on it like some used cigarette.

Now here was someone new, someone who didn't even know him all that well.
Okay, she knew him pretty well but did she know him well enough to profess
her love for him right then and there? But she had said that she loved
him. She loved him. Him. Why? She was so nice, so caring, so...unlike him.
He was a old, bitter, sarcastic cripple who popped Vicodin every other
minute. And they had only been on one date and it hadn't even been a real
date, it had been a non-date, somewhat of a gathering between two people
and suddenly she was saying she loved him? It was all too much to handle.

She was probably the only person to ever really love him. Stacy hadn't
loved him. If she did, she wouldn't have left him. Maybe he had people who
cared for him, even if they didn't want to but no one ever truly loved
him. Sad really but he had managed to live without love for six years. He
had given up on it basically, all it ever did was make you miserable. So
when she had said that she loved him, he had done the first thing that
came to his mind...

He ran. Pushed her away.

Now here he was, this stupid thing eating away at his brain, refusing to
leave him alone. He wouldn't admit it, he couldn't admit it but he knew it
was true. 

He wanted her.

He needed her. He needed her like a bad habit, like she was some drug he
needed to take the pain away. 

But the pain would never ever really go away. It was attached to him like
glue. Not matter how much pills he popped or how many times he cursed his
stupid leg, it would never leave him. Pills couldn't take that pain away.
Nothing could. 

Pills could never take away the pain of a broken heart.

  
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