The next night Mathew came to get his belongings and I was ready. He didn't even bother to knock when he got here. He just opened the door and slammed it behind him. "Weres my stuff?" He asked in a tone that would make any girl backhand him. "Yeah like I was going to take the time to get your stuff for you. Get it yourself @$$hole." I said pionting to the room. He glared at me and slumped towards the bedroom. I followed arms crossed making sure he didn't try stealing anything. I had the knife in my hand hidden behind my leg. As he dug through all of our suff he came across a painting we had gotten from one of our goods friends for our wedding. It had been only about three months since. I saw the painting and realized how much I had missed him. But no.. I could never forgive him. "I-I.. Uh.. Guess you could have that." I said trying to avoid looking at the painting. He set the painting down on the bed and walked over to me. I tightly gripped the knife. He stood so close I could feel his heart beating. Or maybe it was mine. My heart was pounding. He leaned over me staring into my eyes. He placed his hand on my cheek and slid it up under my hair. He leaned in to kiss me and I was about to shove him away but I couldnt. I realized something I never wanted to realize. Something I have been trying to aviod at all costs. I realized how much I had missed him. Missed his soft red lips and his warm embrace. There wasn't anything I could do. He leaned in closer and I couldn't stop him. He kissed me, and I kissed him back. I dropped the knife and i hit the carpet making no niose. Then, we just stood there, lips pressed hard together. We both feared what might happen afterwards so we just kept going, and going, and going.
