Unbreakable

Chapter 20: Cold

Chapter 20: Cold

I didn’t comprehend. “You…you’re joining… you joined the-a… you’re joining the a-army?” I stuttered.

“Joining.” He corrected, “But, yeah.”

My body began to hyperventilate.

“Oh my god.” I shutter.

He watches me catch my breath. Once I stopped gasping, I looked towards him.

“Teddy told me.” He utters.

I give him a puzzled look. “He told me what the break-up did to you.” He looks at the floor.

“I am… so sorry. Breaking up with you was the stupidest choice I’ve ever made. And I can’t believe I did that to you… made you feel like that. I absoluetly hate myself.”

I sat quietly, trying to absorb everything, holding back more tears.

“Kamie?” He asks.

“Just… give me a minute.” I say firmly. He leans back onto the couch.

I took a deep breath and cradled my head in my hands.

I see Keene walk away.

I decided to follow him.

I’m not done talking yet.

I heard the shower turn on. “What are you doing!?” I shout over top of the water. As I walk into the room, I saw him in the shower… fully dressed. His clothes were still on.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I question.

“You know I was thinking, I have got to be the stupidest man alive. Because you-”

“Why are you in the shower?” I interupt.

“You,” He continues, “you are so incredibly amazing. And I just ended the best relationship I’ve ever had because I thought I needed to do something with my life, but I don’t have to because of… you. I already have done something with my life; fell in love. And you may be able to forgive me, but I can’t forgive myself.” He must have been completely oblivious to the fact that this was the weirdest thing I’d  ever seen in my entire 17 years on this planet.

I walked forward, somehow mesmerized by this.

“My mom would always tell me that each person we let ourselves care about is just one more loss somewhere down the line. And I don’t want to loose you. But, I am so damn stupid. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“The army-” I begin.

“I’ll give up the army. I’ll be with you, I’ve never wanted anything more than to be with you… right here, right now. I’m not gonna give up everything so I can feel a tiny slither of pride.” He says.

“Then… don’t.” I reply.

I pulled the glass door on the shower open, I walked into it, the water poured all over me, soaking me. I reached for Keene, pulling him in then, stared into his eyes.  Hesitantly, I pull him closer to me, and my lips were on his once more. I wrapped my hands in his wet hair.

The water poured through us. I closed my eyes.

I thought I was screwed up, yet my boyfriend was losing his mind, showering in his clothes and begging me to be with him again.

Isn’t that ironic?