Ghosts of War | CoD - MW

Chapter 13.

Kimberly was hurrying towards the dormitories after sitting in the cafeteria for some time, thinking about what she had decided to do. She couldn't shake the feeling of something being wrong with Simon after he had ditched her in the gym, but she could only imagine that he was disappointed in her. Nonetheless, this was her life and her choice. But she couldn't understand why he would care. He hated her after all. Each step up the flight of stairs felt heavier and heavier, her stomach twisting uncomfortably.

Kimberly wouldn't really try and find another love in her life because of her work. And if Phillip was all she got, then she could at least try and fight for it, but only as long as he did too. She had agreed to marry him at one point in her life, but things were different then. In the end she had been pregnant and he had been through a lot thanks to his work. Things had settled since then, and maybe, just maybe they could work it out now. She hoped so at least, because both of them deserved to feel happy. But no matter how rational she was thinking, she couldn't kill the lingering feeling of doubt. The voice in her head telling her she was doing something terribly wrong.

Kimberly was standing outside room 100, as she had been doing for at least five minutes now. She was afraid to knock on the door. She didn't know what to say to him, how to act or what to do. She still hated him with every fibre in her body, but she knew what forgiveness was and meant. It was the one thing her mother had taught her before Bruce had brought her over to America. She sighed, making up her mind.

-"Fuck it," Kimberly whispered, throwing her fist at the door. She knocked on it a couple of times before stepping back, crossing her arms. She waited some seconds before the door opened, Phillip staring at her with a questioning look. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to speak. Kimberly stared at his black eye that was still bad, but the blue had begun clearing out, yellow bruises appearing. The cut in his forehead had been washed and it seemed like it would heal nicely. She felt bad for him, but had to remind herself that he deserved it.

-"I need to talk to you," Kimberly said with a little urgency, her throat feeling tight all of a sudden. She was stressed about his answer and she was frightened. She didn't know what would be the better answer to get, yes or no.
-"As long as Simon or John doesn't run in and punch me in the face for talking to you... Come in, Kim," Phillip said, making space for Kimberly to pass him. She walked into the room, nervously wringing her hands. Phillip could see it on her body language that she was nervous. Very much so.

-"Sit down, please?" Kimberly said, pointing towards his bed. She felt so out of place.
-"Okay, but don't you pass out on me here. Did you see a ghost wander the halls? You're pale. If you're sick I can get Price and-."
-"Just sit down, shut up and listen to me," Kimberly said, staring at Phillip as he settled down on his bed. She settled down beside him, entangling her fingers. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself.

Phillip furrowed his brows, ignoring the pain from his forehead as his skin creased. He raised his hand and was about to place it on Kimberly's back, but he stopped himself. She had been very clear with him, so he didn't take the chance to comfort her. Kimberly sighed as she leaned back against the wall, having a look at Phillip.

-"I'm going to give you a new chance, if you want that. I honestly don't know what to say or how to say it. I fell in love with you, and you failed me," Kimberly said, looking away. Her throat felt so tight, her eyes burning in their sockets. She refused to let any tears forth though.
-"But Kimberly, you never bothered to explain it to me so I could fix it. You just walked away from me and gave me this false answer. Why should I trust you this time? And you're in love with your Lieutenant, Kim," Phillip said, crossing his arms. He looked at her with worry. Was she pranking him? It sure felt like it.

-"Shut up and let me explain. You abused me and you were rough with me. Hell, you never listened to me. You forced me to run from you, because you weren't kind to me. I'm not in love with Ghost, but I like him. He's cool and all, but Phillip... You are the man I love, and therefore I'll give you your final chance. If you force yourself on me just once, we're over," Kimberly said, running a hand through her hair. She felt a warm hand settle over her free hand, and she glanced over at Phillip. He smiled warmly towards her, that prideful look back in his eyes.