Stay With Me

Chapter 1

"I can't do this anymore." I sobbed, my body trembling. I desperately wanted to run away from him, so it was pretty ironic that my head rested upon his shoulder, and his arms encircled my body.

He stroked my hair, and kissed my forehead. "Stop it. You need to be stronger than this."

I grew angry, and resisted the urge to bite his shoulder. How dare he say that to me? He did not have to go through what I did. He did not know what it was like to be in a relationship with himself.

"Don't tell me that." I spat, moving away from him. He did not make any effort to come near me again, and I found myself reluctantly missing his embrace. It was filled with warmth that did not exist anywhere else.

"All you have to do is say you're sorry, and I'll hold you again." He said arrogantly, knowing exactly what I needed.

Although the offer was tempting, I settled on rolling my eyes. I did nothing wrong, and I was not apologizing. He should be the one apologizing to me. He was the reason why I wanted to end our relationship.

Minutes passed, and neither of us moved. We just sat in silence, an empty space resting between us. My heart ached with each second, and I did not think I could take it any longer. I hated him for making me feel this way.

"Pack your stuff, I want you out by tomorrow." I said firmly, hoping to distract myself from the longing I felt for him.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Fine. I'll pack my stuff, but you and I both know I'm not going anywhere."

I started to argue, but he cut me off. "This has to be at least the twentieth time you've done this, and each time you fail more miserably than the last."

My argument died, because everything he said was true. I did try to end things between us a lot, but that was only because I was so miserable. Unfortunately, I was much more miserable without him, and I never followed through.

A tear fell down my face as I thought about the never ending cycle I seemed to be trapped in. More tears followed, and before I knew it I was drenched in them. He watched me carefully, his expression softening.

"I wish you wouldn't do this." He groaned, finally bringing me into his arms again. He traced comforting patterns up and down my back. I wanted to relax into him, but I pulled away.

"Don't." I warned.

His eyebrows creased. "Can you please stop pushing me away? You can't break up with me every time things get hard between us. What we have isn't easy, but it's worth it." He said.

I sighed, and wiped the remaining wetness off of my face. He always did this. Someway, somehow he found a way to convince me to stay with him. As usual, I found myself wanting to punch him and hug him at the same time.

"I guess so." I mumbled.

He looked content with my response, and reached over to grab my hand. I guess we were not breaking up, and I did not quite know how I felt about that.

He stared into my eyes, smothering me with his intense gaze. I could see into his raw soul, and it was literally on fire. The best part was it was on fire for me. I looked down, blushing slightly.

He pulled my chin up, refusing to let me break our eye contact. "Why do you have to be so fucking beautiful?" He asked, his words leaking with agony. I never knew how to respond when he asked me those type of questions, so I stayed quiet.

It thrilled me that he thought I was beautiful, especially because I knew he was not talking about my physical beauty. He was talking about me, the me that goes far beyond life on this earth.

He put each of his hands on either side of my body, grazing the skin on my arms. "Say something, please."

I leaned into him, my shallow breath fanning his face. "You don't know how amazing you are." I said sincerely, and to my surprise my voice got caught in my throat. Things between us was as complicated as it got, but no one made me feel the way he did.

"Not amazing enough, seeming you just tried to dump me a few moments ago." He said, smiling sadly. I suddenly felt overcome with regret, and realized how terribly wrong I was. I reached out, and touched his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a bitch."

He shook his head, leaning closer. "No you're not. You are just tired and frustrated."

I smiled at his understanding, and felt myself completely warm up to him once again. Still feeling badly about the way I treated him, I scrambled for something to say.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, my eyes roaming the floor.

He smirked, and with no hesitation he replied, "Just come here."

I did as he requested, and he showered my face with passionate kisses, each one scorching the skin underneath. My heart fluttered, and I allowed myself to be loved.

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