Bittersweet

Epilogue

Before I tell you what I and Callie went through, just to be accepted, I'm going to tell you how my boyfriend Henry found out.
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Kissing her slowly and passionately, I couldn't tell the difference between real and fake. All I know was this wasn't going to end well. But until then, I was going to love her with every bit I could. I may not be able to jerk her off or have her cum so easily, like a man or my boyfriend would, but I am able to love her with all I can.

"Bryce," she whispered, pulling away, her fingers trailing down my sides slowly. "What about Henry?"

"I don't know." I breathed and looked away. "I'm sorry, I don't know. All I know is I love you."

"Do you love him?"

"Not nearly as much as I love you." I told her, staring into her hazel eyes and tucking a blonde lock of hair behind her ear. She stared at me, broken but hopeful. She may be broken, but I was sure I could fix her. "You should get going, before he gets home." I suggested, "He'll be home soon and I'll talk to him about it, okay? I want to be with you."

Callie nodded as she looked down and then back to me and kissed me one last time. "Call me if you need me."

"I will." I kissed her back and held her face in my hands. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." She pulled away as she grabbed her bag and then her hair away from her face. When she walked out the door, I closed it behind her and then went to the bathroom and took a shower.

What would he think? That I'm joking? He has to believe me. What if he tells everyone? What if he hates me?

I shook those thoughts away as soon as I walked to my bedroom with my towel on and I brushed through my outrageously long brown hair. Although I couldn't get the thoughts of Callie off my mind, I was wanting the touch of Henry.

I hated myself for wanting him and Callie. If there were a way to be in love with more than one person without hurting them, I would. But I can't.

I heard the door open. "Bryce!" Henry called, setting his things down. I hoped he'd just come to me so it didn't seem so dramatic. I wanted him to come to me.

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"Henry," I breathed against his shoulder as he thrusted inside me once more.

  "Oh God, Bryce," Henry moaned in my ear. "You feel so good."

  "Henry," I breathed louder and the pain overtook me again. He moaned against my skin louder, suddenly cumming inside me. "Oh, Henry.." I moaned softly as he kissed my neck and said my name.

  He rolled over off of me and stared at me. Watching his chest rise and fall, I realized I've never seen Callie's chest do that. Why did I want to all of a sudden? I had been so distracted with Henry I didn't tell him about Callie.

  "Henry," I said his name aloud, sitting up and grabbing my shirt, pulling it over myself as I slid my panties on.

  "Why are you acting so weird?" He looked at me. His dark black hair and olive tone skin with green eyes would make any girl fall for him, including I. But ever since Callie, I've never wanted him as bad as her.

  "We have to talk," I sat down next to him and watched his face contort into a confused and worried look.

  "Did it not feel good? I'm sorry, baby." He sat up and took my hands. "I--"

  "No, it's not that, Henry." I stared at him. "I, I uh.."

  "What is it?"

  "I honestly don't know how to tell you this."

   Henry sighed and sniffled a little, taking his hands away from mine. "I think I know. You're breaking up with me."

   "Henry..." I said, feeling my eyes tear up. The boy who I've loved ever since my junior high school year, the boy who took me to prom and took me to sign up for college classes. "I'm--I'm in love with Callie."

   Henry stayed silent. The silence killed me; it hurt me so bad. I didn't know if he were to accept me or to love me or to want me or to hate me.

  "I see the way you look at her." Henry said as I stared at him. "As if she were the one who wanted to spend their life with you, if she were the one who would die for you, if she were the one who were going to propose to you."

  I felt my eyes tear up. He was going to propose? "I-I'm sorry."

  "You don't fucking love me, Bryce." He shakily said, getting up and moving so fast he already had on his clothes. "I just had sex with you and you're going to leave me after 3 years, for some girl you've known for 5 months, at the most."

  I stared at him and didn't say anything. Soon enough, we were in the kitchen and I was hearing all the words but not taking them in.

  "I knew you loved her." Finally his tears welled up. "You never loved me, did you?"

  "I did." I said, monotone.

  "If you loved me, you wouldn't have fell for someone else." He opens my front door and grabs his backpack, slamming it closed as his last words were "goodbye."

  I didn't feel anything.