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Old May 26th, 2008, 03:28 AM   #2
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"What's gotten into me? Nothing, Lydia - you're imaginin' things, honestly, there isn't a thing getting into me, all's as it has been - why would you think something was wrong?"

Ian, speaking as loudly as he dared into the phone, was sweating bullets. He couldn't help but feel bad for doing what he was, but he just didn't know how else to tell Lydia what was wrong. How could he say something like that to her? No, it'd be far better if he just gave her space, and let her drift off. She was such a smart girl - she'd not only figure it out, she'd no doubt find someone else to care about.

How could he tell her how embarrassed he felt, how he thought about her so much, how he couldn't get it out of his mind? It had to be bad for him, had to be unnatural... there was nothing he'd read or studied that had said a thing about it -- not that he was quite so studious (he thought himself a bit of a slouch compared to Lydia) as he might be, no, but there just wasn't an explanation for it.

Being with Sally-Ann was the only way to break him of it, and as much as he hated to hurt Lydia, he knew- he had to do it.

"I mean, oh, come on, Lyd- what should I do, hm? How can I make it clearer to you if you're so... so concerned?"

The boy's eyes widened, and he turned away from the phone. Now he'd done it. She was a smart girl. It wouldn't take much more than such a bothered tone of voice as that one he'd just given to give her the hint. She'd know. She'd know! ...oh, he couldn't listen to her cry, he just couldn't! Couldn't dare think to make her sad! Why else would he be torturing both of them like this, being so careful, being so patient, giving her the space to make the break herself?

"I..." the boy's voice caught. What could he say? Goodbye? Forever? He loved her - he couldn't lie to her... but he just couldn't stay, either....

What to do?!

His mouth moved in the motions to say 'goodbye, Lyd' but no sound came out. He patted his brow with a handkerchief and sighed into the reciever. His hand moved to start hanging up the phone, and he was all stuck in starts and stops. What was he gonna do?!
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