The Destruction of Love

The Call

Hero POV

I unwrap the gloves from my fists and throw them onto the bench. I then grab the water bottle from the floor and take a big gulp from it. My chest is rising and falling from my workout today. Today was treadmill and boxing and I may have overdone it.

I'm trying to get rid of all of the tension I feel building up inside my body. I dread seeing her again. I dread it but I'm also looking forward to it. I hate the way she makes me feel.

Over the last two years, I've seen her a total of ten times. I remember the first time I saw her it had been four years since I last saw her. I remember expecting my investor since I had called him assuming that Jo didn't want anything to do with me. I had decided to take matters into my own hands.

To my complete and utter shock, she was there. She was there and I had to blink a few times to make sure this wasn't my mind playing some sick trick on me. After I had blinked for about a full minute straight I knew she here.

This was too fucking real to not be real. I finally got out of my shock and stood up from my chair and went to her. I stood a few inches away from her and our bodies in very close proximity. Anybody in the room could be able to feel the sexual tension. Then I remembered that she left four years ago a note that to this very day it haunts me.

I'm sorry. I love you.

Those words haunt me. I remember the day I woke up expecting to find a sleeping Jo next to me. What I found instead was an empty and cold space next to me. I had called out for her but there was no response.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand. I thought that maybe she had left for the office to get some work done since she had just started working for her dads' company.

Instead, I had found a note that was left on top of my phone. It's like she knew what she was doing leaving it on top of my phone. She knows I always check my phone when I wake up. I had found a green sticky note. The note was bright as fuck but the message that was left on it was as dark as to when there is a thunderstorm outside worse even.

I re-read the note about five times to try to comprehend what the fuck it was supposed to mean. I stood up from the bed abruptly and called her only to be met with her voicemail. I then went to the closet to make sure that this wasn't happening. I went to the closet and saw a lot of empty spaces. I didn't need to do a full search to know the obvious.

She left me.

I don't know what I did wrong. I don't know the reason why she had left me. She had grown distant that last week but I thought it was because she was still trying to process everything that had happened. I never a million would have thought she had left me.

I went from shocked to see her after four years to angry about what she did to me. I was about to yell at her and tell all of the horrible things I had been planning to say to her all these years but I was cut short by her lips pressing against mine.

I hesitated because we couldn't just pretend as if nothing had happened and wait for it to become an actual problem like we always do. I tried to pull her off of me but she begged me to kiss her. I knew this wasn't right, we're both not in a good place to just jump into bed and pretend that nothing happened.

I looked at her and saw her blue-grey eyes were gone and they filled with lust. I was having an internal battle with my heart and my head. My head was telling me to scream no and remember all the pain she's put me through. My heart was telling to fuck her brains out because I missed her and because I still loved her despite everything. I needed to be close to her.