Megan.
Maybe I was selfish. Maybe I wasn't a good person after all. I continuously took advantage of Trey's feelings for me from the beginning and only found his shit to stink, rather than checking myself sometimes. He was just as broken as I was, and I didn't realize until that very moment that I had become one of the people who continuously breaks him.
He was my crutch for so long, and he realized it even before I had, but that never stopped him from loving me and caring for me. Trey. The same guy who hadn't committed himself to a woman since the last woman who broke him. The guy that everyone wanted, fell in love with me and wanted only me. He married me and fathered my first child; my biggest blessing. How could I have ever hurt him so badly? Even the hurt that he caused me couldn't compare to the hurt I felt knowing that he hurt so badly because of me.
He wasn't perfect, but who was I to constantly point out his flaws when he could write a book on mine. He cheated on me, but I cheated with him. And called myself getting revenge by cheating after. He was right, I was never going to tell him and to know that he knew I was going to lie to him forever, I couldn't fault him for being skeptical about our whole relationship. I would've been a million times more dramatic about the situation had the roles been switched and I just felt horrible. It's sad that you realize how much you need someone, when you're on the verge of losing them.
Alysia.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I walked into Ink Endeavor at exactly nine-fifty eight knowing that it would be closing soon. I brushed off the wide-eyed look that Jonathan, the receptionist gave me, and I made my way to the back. I stopped in my tracks though when a thought hit me like a ton of bricks. What if he's back there with another woman. What if I'm about to make a complete fool of myself? What if what he had was really dead and he really wasn't willing to revive it? As the what ifs began to cloud my mind, I couldn't help remove the negative and think about what if he still loves me? What if he's willing to overlook this one rough patch and we could move on and be happy. I had to know.
I placed my hand onto the black curtain that let to his station and sighed deeply, preparing myself for anything I may not like when I walk in. To my surprise, it was silent minus his light snores. He was lying on his back on the black leather table where his clients lied. I took a deep breath out of relief and hesitantly walked over to him, trying to figure out what to say to him. So I said nothing. I just climbed on top of him in straddle position and lied on his chest. As if it were second nature, his long arm draped over my lower back and he continued to sleep. He missed me. And I needed this moment with him.
It was short lived when Jonathan nervously walked in. "Boss, I was about to head out and I wasn't sure if you were staying and wanting me to lock up or?" he wondered.
"I got it." Jemaine finally spoke, with his forearm still resting over his eyes. Jonathan nodded as if he could see him and left leaving me continuing to sit there with my heart beating against my chest.
"What you doing here, Alysia?"
He didn't sound angry or annoyed. Just tired. The feeling of his voice rumbling against me from being so close made my waterworks begin. It had been weeks since we were this close.
"I miss you." I mumbled dropping tears onto his black "NY" crew neck sweatshirt.
He removed his arm from his face and looked at me and before he was able to speak and discourage me, I crashed my lips into his. "Baby." I said against his lips waiting for him to kiss me back. He placed his other arm around my waist and sighed before kissing me back. It was like our first kiss all over again.
