It's Me that Shouldn't Be Loved

I couldn't take it back. It hung there. Dangled in the air, just taunting me. The slience settled on Nick and weighed him down. It was horrid to watch, him collapse on the inside. His eyes filling up with water making those eyes of his turn into liquid chocolete. His hurt, his angish, my feelings so twisted and masked by anger I felt nothing. Nothing. For three minunets my words chained him to the ground, unmoving, unmasked. He was the Nick I had always wanted to know. The person hidden in all those publicity pictures and funny comments. But never had I imagined I'd see him a broken man. Never had I imagined that I would be the one slowly breaking him till he snaped in half. The fights all increasing. Each time it's random and it's always me. Me who jumps to the wrong conclusion. Me who came to his bedroom. Me who was caught cheating on him by the press. ME WHO TOLD HIM I NEVER CARED ABOUT HIM! It's always ME! The person who the magazines always say is so humble is nothing but a bitch who thinks everything needs to revolve around her. Nick is too good for this. He shouldn't love me. No one should love me. My parents don't. Max dosn't. Mitchel dosn't. And Nick....shouldn't either.