~*A short fiction based on lost loves*~
Carly felt eyes on her back. She didn't want to turn around; that would be too obvious. She kept up her conversation with another couple, mindlessly chipping in every few minutes to appear interested. She casually turned around, pretending to glance at a person passing by. Her eyes quickly scanned the room, and then there He was.
He was looking straight at her. Her world stopped; it always did when he was looking at her. She blinked, and everything became fuzzy around her. His blue eyes bore into her green ones, and there He was, after ten years, standing twenty feet away. Memories came pouring back to her, all of them, at the same time. She felt as though she had been hit with an enormous tidal wave, except it was a tidal wave of emotions.
Suddenly his gaze shifted to the woman beside him. Carly's followed. She was tall, almost model like with blonde hair and blue eyes like his, although hers were not nearly as striking. Her eyes darted around the room, scanning it for her prey. Carly saw the woman's arm go around Taylor's waist, and she fit awkwardly in the space next to him. Not like Carly would have. Her shorter frame used to fit better there; it was more secure. It was better, it was right.
She saw the woman's gaze shift to her. Carly turned her head, the world still spinning slower, as though there were only three people in the room. She stared blankly at the people around her, knowing deep down that it was over. Carly couldnt' stop her head from turning back to look at them. He was still looking at her. His eyes bore into her, and he knew.
Looking at the woman, she wondered if she knew. Had he told her? Had he told her that they were together? had he told her about all the time spent together, all that they had been through? had he told her about Spain? The Dancing? The laughter? The tears they shared, and what they had been through? Did she know? Did she know how jealous Carly was? Did she know that she laid awake at night, thinking of how she never wanted anyone to have Taylor the way she did?
She still loved him; she had never stopped. But fame had taken it's toll on the two of them. She knew from the start she wouldn't be able to stop loving him once she started, but she wouldn't have been able to delay or stop it if she would have tried. Carly knew they were meant to be, but she also knew that things didn't always turn out the way she wanted them to. But she knew by the way he looked at her, he hadn't told her. And it was better that way.