Too Late - OC Drabble

Amaya smiled – but it was fake.
She nodded and chatted vibrantly – but it was an act.
She complimented the new couple – but it was forced.
She laughed along with the group – but inside, she was screaming.
Gasping for breath.
Pleading, hoping this was a dream.
A nightmare.
It couldn't be real.
Why was she feeling this?
This pain?
This agony?
This torture?
The dark-haired man held his girlfriend around the waist as he smirked.
The blonde girl never seemed to stop swooning.
Amaya's green eyes flickered away, looking at the ground.
She couldn't bare it.
Amaya made an excuse and ran from the room.
The dark-haired man watched her leave, his eyes showing something hidden.
She was found on a hill by her friend, the sun setting in the distance.
The glow of the sun cast an aura about her delicate face.
Streaked with tears.
He embraced her, sighing, knowing, and wishing it was him instead she loved.
Weeks later, the dark-haired man knocked on her door.
Panting.
But not from running.
His lungs were unable to retain air.
His heart feeling a constant, sharp ache.
She opened the red door and was surprised he was here.
He explained, reaching out for her, desperate.
But she was untouchable.
She shook her head sadly.
Someone was heard from inside, "Amaya? Where's my jacket?"
His eyes flickered behind her and he knew.
His heart beated viciously in his chest.
She whispered, barely lighter than the wind;
"You're too late."