Depressing Short Stories

One Last Time (Part 1)

"One last time, just one last time," I whispered to him, but it never got to him and went away with the wind, lost forever.

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Someone told me that you don't kiss your ex's cheek.

But I would, just one last time. One last time to feel his lips on mine and his hands caging me, protecting me from all the dangers of the world. One last time to see the happy glint in his eyes each time he spots me hiding somewhere, looking at him.

Right now, I don't care that you're with her or that she's the only one in your heart. All I care is to wake up and see you right next to me with the smile that was only around when I was with you. The smile, you told me, that was meant for me and the one thing that proved you were made for me, everything that makes you is meant for me.

The same goes for me; every part of me has been and will always be just for you. It's just the matter of you accepting and taking it. I know I have accepted it and now I can't picture myself with anyone but you because it's just you that matters.

As I stay hidden in the bushes and my fancy disguise, I watched him with his new girlfriend sharing their ice cream like those normal couples, something him and I wasn't. They have everything they want in this world and he has everything he wanted. She gave him what I couldn't give.

You only realize how much one thing, something that you took for granted, really means to you until you lose it. When I lost him or you, my world crashed for you're the only thing that has been holding it up. Without you, I have nothing at all.

I glanced away as you leaned in to kiss her and played with the ring you gave me that's on my finger. The ring that I've never taken off ever you put it on. The ring that started my lies and the one thing that witness my fall.

I looked up to see if you have left, hoping inside of me that you haven't. You hadn't and she was no longer with you. I was surprised since she usually doesn't leave you alone when the both of you are out together.

I felt the urge to go to you and pull you aside; the urge I felt every time you're alone. I don't know if you know that I've been following you around like an obsessed creepy stalker. I can't stop myself from feeling the pull towards you and I wonder if you feel the pull towards me too.

Well, probably not since you have her.

You looked around before turning to walk away, making me stand up and ditch my hiding place. Then, I felt myself walking towards you in a fast pace. Not knowing what got over me I just followed along with it since she isn't here to stop me.

Next thing I know, I was right at the back of you with my head down. I reached out to take your hand and embraced myself for the sparks that comes each time I make contact with you. Sure enough, as soon as my hand touched yours, I felt a rush of adrenaline surge through me.

I could feel you jump in shock at the contact and without delaying time, I pulled you with me to a secluded corner in the mall I have found while following you. The situation was exactly like what I always played out in my mind, me pulling you to this unknown corner without anyone taking you away from me.

You didn't pull away from me or tried to run away which had me smile. I had no idea if you knew it was me but I hoped you didn't because I don't deserve this or you. I don't deserve a second chance to hold you after what I did to you.

As soon as I made sure no one could see us, I wrapped my arms around you. Your warmth seeped past the fabrics of your clothes and warmed my body as I fit perfectly into you as I always have. You let me hold you but you didn't return the hug like you used to.

I rested my head on your shoulder and felt you tense up as I did. Feeling slightly uncomfortable by your reaction, I whispered into your ear, "Please give me one last time. It's up to you if you want to forgive me, even if its temporarily I don't mind. It is my fault and I should've fought for us."

At first you said nothing but I could feel your muscles loosening slowly as I continued to hold you towards me, gripping your shirt as hard as I could. "I should've been more careful," you said softly into my ear.

I shook my head against your shoulder. "I lied to you about my parents reaction. It is my fault." I admitted. "Kit, please give me one last time to have you. After this, I'll let you go. I'll disappear and you won't ever have to see me again."

I loosened my grip on your shirt and pulled away from you even though I didn't want to. I lifted my head to meet your deep brown eyes that have always been able to read my soul. You were about to say something but I cut you off.

"I know you're with Vicky and she gives you everything but I need this. Just give me one last time and I'll be gone." I said while twisting the gold ring on my finger.

You said nothing and I panicked. I close my eyes, taking in the rejection of my offer. "Okay then." I said softly even I didn't really hear what I said. I turned away from you, refusing my desire to be next to you.

I didn't see any reason of why you would give me one last time to be with me but you surprised me by puling my hand, jerking me towards you. After that, you crushed me in a hug which I happily returned after I recovered from the shock you gave me.

I heard your unsteady breaths and your erratic heartbeats as you answered my question. "Yes." you breathed out and I felt myself losing conscious.

(stay for the next part okaaay?)