Loving Rain (Watty Awards 2011)

Chapter 25 - The Understanding

Fact #1) Cian's name is pronounced See-in.

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Question #1) Do you think this is moving too fast, or is it all good?

Question #2) Who's your favorite character, out of them all?

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Oh, a P.S.... you might want to be paying attention to the songs I post with chapters. They'll give you a deeper look into the story... and might give some hints. =) Maybe. 

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Loving Rain - Ch. 25

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               I don’t know how long I laid there crying before something actually interrupted my self-pity. Cian’s face when he had walked away from me was just so… heartbreaking that I couldn’t even stand to let it pass through my mind for a single second. The only problem was I didn’t know why it broke my heart so much.

               I mean, I had just met him. And we had only kissed twice. It wasn’t anything like the three years I spent with Alan before I finally admitted my love for him. The way I felt about Cian hit me suddenly and unexpectedly. Even after I had sworn to myself that I wouldn’t feel like that again. Alan’s betrayal still burned through me like hot fire. And now this new, unending pain was added on top of it.

               I wasn’t a smart person, and I knew it. No girl in her right mind felt this strongly about two guys in such a short period of time, much less let them both hurt her. Now both halves of my heart were broken, and it seemed like the pieces would never heal anymore.

               But then a knock sounded on my door and I awoke from my silent reverie. My heart skipped a beat, hoping it was Cian come to let me explain everything to him. Which is exactly what I would do. Because he had told me his deepest secrets, and he deserved to know mine.

               Running to the door, I almost tripped over the pieces of furniture that got in my way. I hastily wiped the tear drops from my eyes, hoping their stains wouldn’t be too visible. Then I grabbed the handle and opened the door as quickly as I could.

               “Whoa. You look horrible,” Melvin told me.

               “Go away,” I growled at him. The last person I needed to talk to right now was standing right in front of me, commenting on how bad I appeared.

               He put his hand on the door, blocking me from slamming it in his face. I groaned from frustration. “Rain, seriously, I need to talk to you.”

               “Fine, but get it over with pretty quickly. I’m busy.”

               “Yeah, I can see how busy you are from the crumpled sheets on your bed and the red-ness of your eyes,” he replied sarcastically.

               Sometimes, he made me hate him.

               “Why don’t you come for a walk with me outside?” he asked, and I didn’t even have to think about it.

               “No.”

               “Please?”

               “No.” I tried to shut the door on him again, but this time he stepped into the doorway and pushed the door slightly more open.