(Back to Ally's POV)
My breath catches in my throat. He hadn't recognized me. He had given up on me. Why would me want me back now? I don't know what to think.
He wants us.
Again.
I sweep my hair back from my face, trying to figure things out.
"Come in," I say, and I hear that my voice is shaking as much as my hands.
"Ally, I'm really sorry, I really am. I'm not dating that girl that you must have seen me with. We broke up this afternoon and you have to understand that I thought we were over. I'm so sorry."
He says all of this while coming through my window and then straightening up, and I realize exactly how tall he is compared to me. While he's talking, I carefully run a finger down the tight muscles in his forearm, almost as if to reassure myself that he's here and that he's real. His skin is cold from being outside. Just as I start to pull my hand away, he reaches out and takes it, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it. His breath is so warm. I could melt against him. I want to melt against him.
I pull my hand away and take a step back.
"Ally?"
I shake my head. Something is keeping me from him. I can't organize my thoughts. I suddenly feel like I can't breathe.
"Ally? Talk to me, please. Tell me what you're thinking."
In a second, I close the gap between us and press my lips against his. After a long time, I pull away enough to whisper,
"I'm not thinking."
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Sinking Through the Cracks
RomanceAlly has never had friends. Ally has never had parents who really cared for her. Ally has never had a peaceful day at school. She is anorexic, though she has never had it treated. She has horrible times of depression though she always just puts...
