"You gonna invite me in?" The words slip from my mouth before I can stop them, and I immediately regret them. She laughs, grabbing her hurt hand to her stomach and bending over, as if I've told her the funniest joke that had ever been created.
"Forget it," I bite out and turn towards my truck.
"Tyler!" She's standing by the open door, her elbow propped on the open window. "Sorry, I just didn't think you were --"
"Was what, Sunshine?"
"Serious." She finished, lamely.
I take her hand, obviously catching her off guard. She doesn't say anything as I rub my thumb over her bruised knuckles, and neither do I. I don't know what to say. She's so fragile, this girl, so frail. And me? The complete opposite. She's too good for me, too pure.
I drop her hand, "I'll see you around, Sage." And I turn towards my truck, sliding in the seat, and starting it. I glance at her one last time, her brown eyes sparkling from confusion, and pull out of her driveway.
"What the fuck is your problem, Tyler?" I yell into the empty truck. The guy in the truck beside me shoots me a look of confusion and worry, I shoot him the bird and pull away as the stoplight turns green.
I drive, no where in particular, just away from her. The roads start to get longer and the cars scarce.
I'm meant to be alone, I remind myself.
I deserve to be alone.
She's too good for me. Too sweet.
But I want her. I need her.
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Bridging The Gap
Historia Corta"There are dreamers and there are realists in this world, you think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not the opposite is true. See the dreamers need the realists to keep the dreamer...
