[ WP ] Make the most tense or suspenseful story you can in 500 words .

“ So you never loved me? ” “ I didn ’ t say that. ” “ But it ’ s true. ” He lets out a sob. The air is silent. It ’ s all I can say. His hazel eyes look betrayed, scared even. “ I ’ m sorry. ” It comes out as a whisper. “ What do you mean? ” “ I ’ m sorry. I ’ m sorry I ’ m not good enough for you. I ’ m sorry. I ’ m sorry you fell in love with me, which is apparently so fucking wrong. ” His voice goes from a whisper, to a loud, desperate shout. He is good enough though. He ’ s more than that. He ’ s too good. 
 
 He stands up, tears running down his face. “ You know nobody ’ d ever approve. ” “ Your parents do. Our friends do. Why the fuck does it matter what anyone else thinks? ” 
 
 I don ’ t have an answer. It just does. We ’ re under the spotlight of the entire world. Everyone turns their heads if they see one of us. We ’ d get death threats, we ’ d be kicked from the league, right? He turns to leave, I catch him, my hand resting on his shoulder. “ Don ’ t leave. Please. ” “ You don ’ t have the right t-to make me fall in love with you and then turn around and say you never felt this way! ” His voice is shaky, breathing fast and loud. He bursts out sobbing, it ’ s intense. He ’ s always intense when he cries. 
 
 “ It ’ s a wicked thing to do, I know, but please you ’ ve got to understand. ” “ Understand what? That everything you said to me was a lie? All those kisses were meaningless? The sex was too? How you told me you loved me? You ’ d never leave? You didn ’ t give a shit what everyone else thinks? ” The pain in his voice kills me. He ’ s right though. I did promise him forever. The kisses were genuine, I loved the feeling of his lips on mine. The sex was intimate, passionate, all legs and arms and well-placed touches. I told him I loved him. The most sacred promise. 
 
 “ Because I know it. It was all a lie. You never meant a word of it. ” His voice is so, so quiet. I feel tears welling up in my eyes, a sob threatening to leave my throat. He pulls me close, presses his lips against mine, kissing me angrily. He breaks away. He turns to leave again, pulling open the door. “ I did mean it! I meant every word, every kiss and everything! ” It comes out as a sob, the tears finally coming. I ’ m sobbing. I don ’ t want him to leave. He ’ s looking at me, surprise in his innocent eyes. He ’ s so young, so naive, and I keep on toying with him, with his feelings. His mouth opens to say something. It ’ s just a burning silence again. Neither of us say anything. I compose myself. I step towards him. “ Of course I meant it, it ’ s just that we can never ever do it again. I do love you, but I ’ m not willing to constantly be afraid of who I am. ” He just sobs.
