𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 | 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍

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That's how I ended up at Michael's house at 2 in the morning as it poured down raining.

I knocked for a few seconds and as the door opened I saw Michael standing there, no shirt, just his basketball shorts and his locs pulled back into a messy bun.

It felt like I had seen a ghost. I couldn't believe it. I finally got to see him after all these years. My heart almost skipped a beat as his hand touched mine, pulling me inside his home, our home.

I looked around for a moment, all the decorations I had still lingering, it was almost as if I hadn't left.

I looked back at him, my eyes pleading, as I looked into his. They were empty yet fulfilled, my heart ached for him to just touch me once more. I said it all with my eyes.

He didn't take his eyes off of mine either, but he understood and pulled me in, I broke down so hard.

My soft cries echoed through the room as he held onto me, my arms wrapped around him with my head at his chest. I was like a child, all over again. But I was his child.

His warmth bringing me ease yet such guilt. How could that even be possible.

Once my cries didn't stop he realized it was deeper than just me missing him so with that he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him, snuggling into the crook of his neck, my voice died down but tears still fell.

As we made our way to my room I looked up to see it all still the same, my side of the bed was empty though.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked at him, my dilated eyes looking at him, taking in every feature. His doing just the same.

"I'm so sorry-

"It's okay baby." He comforted.

Those words brung me chills as he placed me in the bed, I took my jacket off and climbed underneath the covers.

He came right behind me. I snuggled into his arms and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in closer to him but i wasn't close enough so I turned and climbed on top and placed my head in his neck.

He rubbed my lower back softly and we stayed silent until suddenly my eyes were heavy and I had no tears left, just blissfully thinking of how to make these moments last forever.

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Waking up to Solàna's warm body on top of mine almost drove me insane.  But it was a happy insane.

Of course me and this girl had things to talk about but God, just to touch her was enough said and so for last night I let it be just touching.

I sat up against my headboard and she held on tight before a small sneeze left her nose.

"Bless you." I mumbled softly.

"Thank you." Her pretty voice sounded so refreshing.

She sat up with me in my lap and I watched as she rubbed her eyes, dried up tear crust on her brown cheeks and her eyes all puffy and red. She was still beautiful.

"You're gorgeous." I complimented and she smiled subtly and rolled her eyes.

"Don't lie." She said sleepily.

I shook my head and let my face burry itself into her chest, she rubbed my taper softly.

"It's been two years." She whispered.

"Two long years." I sighed.

"Are you mad at me ?" She asked and I shook my head no.

"Are we gonna talk about everything ?" She asked shyly and I looked up at her.

"Go ahead."

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Sos

"I didn't think...I didn't I don't know. I didn't mean to hurt you Michael. You know how much I love you, you feel it, I don't even have to say it. And with Ace...it wasn't intentional but it happened and I know to take full responsibility now. But you can't blame me for any of my actions during that time, you and I both know that nobody will ever compare to you. I mean..."

I laughed for a moment.

"I spent 2 years lonely because I didn't have your specific love and I know I wouldn't let you in. But you hurt me Michael. Big Time. What you told me stuck with me. I left with the idea that you didn't want me anymore-

"Never that." He reassured staring at me with those eyes.

"So what was it?" I asked almost begging him to help me understand.

"If the situation was flipped, you tell me how you'd feel if I loved another woman while you spent 9 months being depressed over me?" He asked and I looked down  but he searched for eye contact forcing me to look at him.

I knew I'd do much more worse than arguing if he had done what I did.

"Listen, I've never blamed you. There is no one to blame. I can be hurt behind shit without blaming you. I needed time and as you can see you gave me more than enough. Being hurt doesn't have a time limit. There were days I'd look at you and my heart would just break thinking about  what you shared with him. I needed time sos, to adjust." He explained.

Understanding I asked, "Do you think it's too late?" I asked.

"You more than likely leave in a week or 2, i know we can't really get into anything serious but I don't know. I can't do that barley contacting bs. I want phone calls 24/7, I wanna feel like I'm near you even when we're far apart relationship or not." He said.

And reality really hit me then, me and him couldn't be together if we wanted unless I moved back or he moved with me and I don't think neither of us was ready for that.

He noticed and cuffed my cheeks, "look at me."

I did as I was told,

"I'm going to make these moments we have with one another the best moments of your life. I promise."