Stay With Me

Chapter 2

I sat on my couch, and devoured an entire bag of popcorn. With each bite I thought more and more about everything that was wrong in my life. No matter what I did, or how hard I tried I could not be happy. There was always something that set me over the edge, something that taunted me to end it all for good.

I hated feeling this way, but I could not help it. At this moment, I really needed him to hold together my broken pieces. He was always pretty good at that, and I ached for his presence.

Suddenly, as if by magic, the front door opened, and he was standing in the doorway. I jumped up in surprise, popcorn flying out of my mouth in clumpy chunks of yellow. I wiped my lips in embarrassment, and brushed off my shirt.

"Cute." He murmured sarcastically, walking over to sit on the couch. I watched his every movement, dumbfounded. I did not expect to see him for a very long time.

"What are you doing here? I thought I told you I needed space." I said, fiddling with the string hanging from my shirt.

He shrugged, and turned the tv to his favorite channel. "You're the one who called me here."

I wrinkled my face in confusion. "No I didn't."

"You call me in ways you cannot even begin to realize." He said, his eyes glazing over as he looked at me. I could not help but shift uncomfortably under his unwavering stare.

"Just because you say some confusing shit, does not give you the right to stay." I pointed out, crossing my arms. I meant it when I said I wanted him out, and although I needed him now, I would only end up wanting to get rid of him later. "Get out!" I continued.

He stood up. "You don't really want that, and don't lie and say that you do."

"It's not about what I want, it's about what will keep me sane!"

He clenched his jaw, and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't care about your sanity, you're fucking crazy and you'll always be. I care about being with you, and honestly, I don't know how long you think we can stay away from each other."

"It's been two months." I whisper, and a painful silence lingered through the air. His eyebrows drew together in a tight line, and a look of torture resonated on his face. I felt my heart clench at the expression. What had I done?

After several moments he responded. "Yes it has, but there doesn't have to be a third."

I began to play with the string again, not able to look him in the eye. "You know, I really have to think about this. I don't know if I'm ready to-"

And just like that, he stood up, grabbed my face, and kissed me with an unexplainable need. I nearly fainted. It had been so long since we last did this, so so long. The desire was almost unbearable.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, and he gently placed his hands on the sides of my face. We were pressed so tightly together, I could no longer tell the difference between his heartbeat and mine.

He pulled away, and stared at my lips. My body felt like it was lit by a flame, and I knew if I did not stop this soon, I never would.

"I don't want you to kiss me anymore." I said firmly, attempting to make my voice sound threatening. Instead I sounded like a small child, my voice barely audible.

He chuckled, and it reached all the way to his eyes. "That was pretty convincing baby, I almost believed you." He joked, turning to sit back on the couch. I huffed under my breath, I guess we were back together again.

I sat down next to him, only to have him pull me into his lap, and drape a warm blanket over us. I had to admit, I felt more complete than I had in months. I truly missed him, and as usual I deeply regretted sending him away.

I bit my lip, as I tried to form an apology. It was hard, because I did not think anything I said could make up for what I put him through, but I was willing to give it a try.

"I just wanted you to...I wanted to say that I'm-" I began, but he interrupted me by placing his finger to my mouth.

"You don't have to say it, I know." He said gently.

I managed to give him a small smile, but I was quickly being bombarded with the reality that I did not deserve him. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, burying my face in his chest.

"I don't care what I say, or how much hell I raise, don't ever let me go again." I ordered.

He smoothed back my hair, and kissed me on the forehead. "Silly girl, I never did."

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