James sat staring at her, and wishing she didn't say whatever it was she wanted to say. “James.” She suddenly called, after apologizing, and his heart trembled. Amelia looked at him with a sober face, and tucked her hair behind her ear. Why was she doing this to him? Why was she intent on breaking him? He loved her so much, and yet, so much just kept on getting in between them. “I think we…” She began, but James was so fired up that he cut in. “Think we should do what? What exactly are you planning? What is it that you want to say that's so hard for you to say?” He asked, and she looked at him with large, apologetic eyes. “Don't make it any harder for me. Please.” She said, looking like she was really desperate for him to listen to her. “You're also making this hard for me. Amelia, I do not understand you, and I need to understand you, but you're just… it's just like you're somewhere far away where I can't reach.” James said, gripping his glass of water hard, and she looked down at her beautiful fingers, fiddling with them as she bit her lip. Those fingers James loved to hold, and wanted to hold forever. He didn't want to let go of those hands for any reason, but she was intent on snatching them out of his grip. “Amelia…” “James, I wanted to tell you something. Why don't you… why don't you ever try to calm down?” She asked, looking up at him, but James knew she wasn't even in the very least angered. She was trying to take it the hard way, so she would be able to blurt out the words he was already aware of. “Don't say it. I don't want to hear it.” James said, taking his glass of water to his mouth, and gulping down water quickly. “Let's break up. Let's… let's end this.” Amelia blurted out, snatching the chance to speak while James couldn't interrupt her. James stopped with the glass still at his mouth. He knew she had intended to say it, but those words alone really had a sinking effect. He dropped the glass slowly, and tried to reflect on those words. Something quite heavy dropped on his heart, and he could feel it sinking. Let's break up. She had said those words at last, and reality hit him. Did Amelia not like him? His eyes moved to hers, and hers shone with tears. She knew she had hurt him. She was fully aware of it.What was wrong in wanting to hold someone? In wanting to claim a person? In wanting to see them smile, and laugh with you? Why couldn't the amount of love, and effort he had poured into Amelia be returned? He looked away, nodding slowly, still trying to deal with the squeeze he felt in his heart. Being a man, he couldn't begin to shed tears. That would only make him look pathetic, but he wanted to cry. His tears burned to fall, and it was so difficult to look at her. “I'm… I'm so sorry.” Amelia apologized, looking at James with sadness reflecting in her eyes. “I just… I have to say it. We can't keep going on like this.” “Why?” James asked, suddenly having an out pour of their memories flooding his head. Relationships were meant to break, and end. Even after marriage. If nothing else came in between two people, then death came in between them. “I don't… I just want us to break up.” She stuttered, fiddling with her fingers more frantically. “You have to have a reason.” James replied, but Amelia couldn't say a word. “You just want to break up with me for no reason at all? How could you do that? At least, I have to know your reasons.” He insisted, but Amelia was unable to say a word, and James' heart began to shatter slowly, as he finally brought himself to stare at her. She was breaking up with him for no reason? For no reason? Why, that was heartbreaking. “Excuse me.” He forced out, snatching his phone off the table, and making his way to the restroom. He delved in between tables, and got to the restroom. James disappeared into a stall, sat on the water closet, and there, his eyes watered. He didn't want them to fall, but they did without his permission. He didn't want Amelia to leave. Holding on to her was all he wanted to do, and he didn't know how to ask her not to leave him. He would rather not beg her, but at the same time, he wanted to ask her to stay. How was he to let go? It was the hardest thing to do. He held up his phone, deciding to silence it, as he couldn't pick any calls at the moment, but he saw it was already on silent. “Good.” He whispered, dropping the phone on the floor, with its face down and his head in his hands. ~Charles was infuriated. How could James not pick his calls at that crucial moment? Sandra and George looked like they could conclude their conversation any minute, and then it would all go to waste. He waited, and dialed James' number once more, but he wasn't picking up. “Damn.” He whispered under his breath, and just then, he heard a shout. At first, he thought he was the only one who had heard it, but the other men seemed to have heard it too, as they looked in the direction of the shout. The men all got up, picking up clubs, and sticks, and the weapons they had, and Charles looked around. Sure, politics was a dangerous game. It was understandable that some other politician had found out about the meeting George was having, and had decided to send goons over to disrupt it. The shout came again. A woman's scream to be precise, and shortly, lots of bulky looking men rounded the corner, and began to stride towards Charles, and the men. Damn, the last thing Charles needed was accidentally getting hurt, or being tangled in a politicians' brawl.