Within five hours of finally noticing Calla, I had witnessed her be harassed, fall apart, harm herself, and I had tore her down to where she showed me her most guarded secret. I sat on the edge of my bed with a beautiful, broken girl sitting cross legged in the middle of my bed. Her hair was in disarray, mascara was on her cheeks, her eyes and nose were ruby from crying, and the marks that marred her perfect body were the only thing I could focus on.
Why would she do that?
Why didn't I know that she did this?
I sat there hating myself because I had never worried about someone other than myself but at that moment, I wished that I had been worrying about her for the past seventeen years. My eyes were burning due to unshed tears while Calla sat in front of me, head hung, biting her lip. "Calla..." I croaked out. I couldn't talk. Instead, I had to take a deep breath to keep myself from sobbing. She heard the sharp intake of breath and raised her head. I could see confusion in her eyes. "Why, Calla?" I whispered huskily. She didn't answer and the tears that I tried to hold back began rolling down my cheeks. "Jaxon?" I heard her trying to get me to reply. "Jaxon, why are you crying?"
I wiped away the tears, led Calla into the bathroom and faced her towards the mirror. She refused to look at her reflection. I held her chin and lifted her face towards the beautiful girl in the mirror. "Do you see what you've done? You've hurt yourself and pushed everyone away". She met my eyes through the mirror and her eyes were shiny with tears. "You won't push me away, though" I stated.
Her face became a rosy color and she turned in my arms and hugged me. "I don't deserve you, Jaxon" she whispered into my ear. I pulled away and said, "No, Calla. My whole life, I have only worried about me. It's about time that it became less about me and more about someone else. I need you and I can tell that you need me. This isn't about deserving someone".
Tears began leaking from her eyes and she kissed me. Our tears mixed and for once, I was more concerned about her being in my life than the baseball game that I was supposed to be warming up for at that time.
She saved me and in a way, I guess I saved her, too.
