Dying.... for you

Chapter 5

Skye pov.
I walked down the road to the assigned place. I would of drove here but apparently it isn't safe for depressed people to drive.
I could see Shane up ahead waiting for me.
My mind told me to turn around and run but my body did the opposite, it headed straight for him. I managed to slow myself down a bit but besides that I couldn't stop myself.
I came to a halt in front of him and tried my best not to make eye contact cause we know how well that went last time.
"Hello," Shane spoke softly.
Hello? Was that the best he could come up with?
"Hi," I quietly reply. Great! I'm even worse.
We stood there in silence for quite some time until I finally snapped myself back and regained control.
"Let's just get this over with," I said as I turned and began marching onwards.
Shane chuckled behind me never moving.
"That's what I told you that night." I look back at him excepting to see him smiling but instead I find a regretful and sorrowed look on his face.
"What?" I ask quite confused.
"That night at the shack?" That sent chills down my back, "don't you remember?"
I turned to face him completely and crossed my arms in front of me.
"You really think I'd forget?" I stated.
Again he chuckled and stook his head.
"No, no I didn't," he replied.
I leaned all my weight to one leg causing my hip to stick out farther.
"That night," Shane started once more, "right before the kiss I said, "lets just get this over with.""
I kept a plain face as I blankly stared at him. For all he knew there was no soul left in me. I was just some body wondering the earth trying to find something, anything that could make me feels again.
"Then we kissed," he smiled, "and it was like nothing I've ever experienced before."
"Oh please," I sighed knowingly. He had probably pulled that with tons of girls before. I'm no different, "we barely even know each other Shane!"
"See," he pointed his finger at me, "we didn't know each other and we still don't. But we can change that."
A since of hope lingered in his voice as he spoke. I wanted to believe it was true but nothing that good ever is.
"Nothing is ever going to change between us," I said, "we went through something together that connects us in a way that can never be broken."
"That's the problem," he replied catching me off guard, "we are connected in a way that no one else is going to understand. In a way that can't be broken..."
He paused and I simply looked at him.
"So...?" I said insisting that he continue.
"So how can two people be connected in such a way that can't be broken but they themselves be falling to pieces."
Spoken like a true poet, I thought.
"It won't be long till we are nothing but dust that can easily get blown away in the wind," Shane took a step closer to me and took my hand, "I know that we kissed and then everything went crazy, but things aren't anymore and maybe now we can get to know each other."
I gazed down at my hand in his and thought of how perfectly they fit together. But I refused to let my guard down.
"I don't know Shane," I said. Maybe I was playing hard ball but I've gone through too much just to give up on something like this that easily.
"You know that night, after we kissed and I felt that spark. My world seemed perfect. But then," his gaze traveled to my abdomen and suddenly I felt very self conscious, "as I was holding you in my arms thinking this is it. Thinking you were going to die all I could do was think how sad it was that the last words I'd ever said to you were run."
He began shaking his head again, tears in his eyes, yet he managed to chuckle.
"I kissed you, then told you to run and don't look back," he laughed through the crying, "what kind of person does that."
I took at step closer to him and placed my free hand on his cheek.
"Someone who cares about you," I say tears now forming in my eyes.
Shane looks up and me and our eyes lock. That was something I had feared before but now was different. It felt good. And I could feel what was coming next.
We both moved in closer and closer until we closed the space between our lips. And for the second time, sparks flew.