Brittany O'Neill and her family packed up everything and moved to Berkeley, California for a fresh start. Her brother and she were excepted into Berkeley University and she thought it would be the great college experience. With little to no stresses...
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Chapter: Fifty Seven
"Please, just once. Let me kiss you and you kiss me back. I don't want to force you anymore. I'd like for you to want to do it just once. If you do, then I'll do my best to keep my distance. I'll go to some human anger therapy or something. I'll pray whatever you want me to do."
He had been bribing me, but he sounded sincere. Plus, it felt nice for him to be begging something from me for a chance. This powerful celestial was pleading with me. I felt a short sense of power, but it wasn't really about that. I wanted to forget our argument, and I wanted to kiss him.
When I leaned in to take that kiss, so many emotions swirled in my mind all at once. The taste of his lips made it obvious. I couldn't hate him if I wanted to. Selfishly, I was glad he'd waited for me. As he kissed me back with passion and desire, I realized he couldn't hate me either. We loved each other even if we didn't want to. Even though we knew we shouldn't. It was just either who we were or who we'd become. He pulled away, but kept his forehead resting on mine.
"I wish things were different. I wish we could be like this all the time. No fighting or yelling. Just us here and now. I wish a lot of things, but some of them can never be," I confessed.
"I wish that too," I muttered, meaning it.
"We need to go and get out of these woods. Before someone comes out here from all this yelling."
He put his arm around me and led me back to civilization. The tender moment between us couldn't last forever. For us, they never did. Why did we fight like this? Every single time, it seemed to get worse. The things we said were more hurtful and our anger towards each other intensified. Then our passion and love found their way in once again. I hadn't even begun to understand it. I just knew the two of us were out in the woods together and we kissed.
"Thank you," he spoke.
"For what?"
"The kiss. It meant too much. I didn't deserve it, but you gave it to me and I'm grateful."
"I never wanted to hurt you or anyone else with my decisions," I admitted.
"Don't apologize. A lot of what I said were statements made out of anger or perhaps things I've believed in the past. Nothing more. You're the one I hurt the most and the one I care about the first. I realize this time I have to attempt change even as hard a task as it seems. Would you possibly accept me then?"
I didn't want to give him any false hope, so I said nothing.
"Don't answer. That won't help us right now, anyway."
"I want to see you get better and I know you can."
Despite everything, I wanted him to know I believed in him and his ability to make positive changes.
