Fractured

Chapter 23

After the grueling three hours we spent explaining our situation too the councilor lady, therapist person. I'm honestly not sure what she was supposed to be. We where exhausted and by we I mean Conner. He looked beyond exhausted he had bags under his eyes and looked like he was about to fall asleep on these uncomfortable cream colored couches any minute.

Myself? I was beyond worried. Adrenalin pumped threw my body and I could not sit still. Every time I saw a nurse exit those swinging pale blue doors I would think someone was coming to tell us an update on Scarlett But it's been sixteen nurses. None of them came to us.

A nurse bustled threw the door and I jumped from my seat when I saw her walking towards us. Only she turned at the last second and went to the vending machine instead.

I signed louder than I thought I did and Conner looked up at me.
He was taking up half the bench, his back rested against the arm rest and his arms where crossed against his chest. His brown eyes where dark and there was bags under his eyes. He was tired and I didn't blame him, I would be too if I where normal.

"Would you calm down." He told me his voice groggy from being exhausted. I could tell he was worried, I think he was just annoyed with me being worried also.

"I'm sorry." I told him but my words held more than being sorry for one thing, but many things. I didn't know if he could tell what I meant but, I dragged him down with me.

He sat up and ran his fingers threw his dark hair, his eyes finding mine

"For what?" He questioned me his eyes never leaving mine when he stood up, nearly right in front of me.

I looked around the lobby and its pale walls, How can I say sorry for everything, without sounding like I'm not sorry for anything?

"Everything." I whispered and looked at my dark blue converse shoes and watched as Conner black ones came closer to mine. He walked only a few steps until the tips of our converse where nearly touching.

"You have this weird idea that somehow everything is your fault." He said curling his fingers under my chin and lifting my face up to his. My eyes drifted anywhere besides his.

The reality of his words shocked me, he was right.

When I looked up he was very close to me his breathing fanned against my face. I gulped, his steady gaze was making me very nervous. He was looking at me like I was the only person in the world.

"What happened today." He said his eyes searching mine before he continued.
"And what happened before." I knew what he was talking about without even asking him. Noah. Scarlett. My mom, the list is pretty much endless.

He moved his face closer to mine. "It wasn't your fault." The way he said that made me feel like it wasn't my fault, he sounded so convincing, and in that moment I believed him. I believed that nothing was my fault. I loved him for that. For opening my eyes, because before I was blind and now it was like I was seeing everything in a different light. It was refreshing.

"I know." I whispered and closed my eyes. I truly believing him. His face inched closer to mine and I never wanted to be kissed by someone, anyone like I wanted to be kissed by him right then.

I knew it was impossible I knew what I was thinking, and I knew it was completely irrational but I think I was in love with him. He made me forget everything that wasn't important but made me remember the small details. If that even makes sense.

It was like I was the rain and he was the lightning, beautifully dangerous. Dancing in his world, dancing in the lightening had the potential to backfire on me, to strike me. But it also had the chance to give me a new start, I wanted that, I wanted a new chance with a new person.