He is Real

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Pierce's View

As I slow walked toward him I start to remember our past.

"Who are you" He asked in an innocent voice.

"Why should I tell you? I don't even know you," I retorted at him.

He just slid closer towards me and said, " Oh, but i do know you. I can see in your eyes that you have a musical soul. Now, am I wrong or do you like to express yourself through music, dance, and art?" 

My eyes flicked with amusement as I looked away from him. " My name is Pierce, But everyone calls P," I said.I got up and started to jog towards my studio. In a way I felt strangely safe with him, but I tried not to hold the feeling to long because those things never last very long for me

As I snapped back into reality I looked dawn at my feet. "What are you doing here?" I asked him out of pure curiosity.

He grabbed my chin and made me look straight into his eyes. There were so many emotions there that I didn't know were to start. I  was the one who broke up with him. I never gave him a really reason way. I was the one to run away when I got scared.

" Lis-" I tried to say something but I was cut off when his lips met mine. I don't know what made me do it, but I kissed him back with as much force as I could muster. I could feel John smile toward my reaction. This is exactly what he has wanted me to do for such a long time.

" What?" he asked. 

'' Did you really think I would let you go without a fight?'' and just like that I knew. I mean if someone who I dated for such a short time came to find me than what is the use  of trying to hide from my past.

" You don't understand," I started. " I was the one trying to keep you safe. I'm the one that has something that keeps coming after me, not you," but even I could tell that I wasn't going to get through to him.

"I will never leave you to face your own problem, P. Whatever it is we we face it together," he said and pulled me into a tight hug. I didn't fight it to be honest it felt good to be loved. 

Little did we know that this would be the beginning of the end for me not him.


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