Rough / L.H.

45.Emergency

LUKE

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Andrew has changed the game completely. Recently I had began to truly believe that I was not going to ever forgive Andrew. Now I am stuck here in my bed pondering whether or not I should forgive him or at least let him into my life even the slightest bit.

There is only one way to make this better. I have to fix whatever went wrong with Sophia first. If she can get my head just as clouded and twisted as Andrew can, then she can help me. They have different ways of getting me worked up, but they both occupy my mind at the moment.

I pull out my silky phone and skim through my contacts to text Sophia that I am going over to her house. She replies with a simple one word answer, which leads me to believe that she is obviously still upset with me. While I am going to ask for advice with Andrew, I am also going to clear things up with her. The simple thought of her being bothered with me makes me upset. It sounds ridiculous, but it is the truth.

She is my lighthouse. She helps guide me while I am in the dark. I could drown, but she does not let me. It might be dangerous to put so much trust in a lighthouse that could burn out, but it is the only thing in this vast dark ocean. It is the only thing for miles and miles. There are old lighthouses trashed on the ground, but this is the last one standing.

I delve out of my thoughts and into reality so I can get dressed to go see Sophia. Black jeans, black shirt, jean jacket, and converse are what I decide to throw on today. With my keys in my left hand, I leave the apartment.

After a short drive down a familiar road, I reach her neighborhood. As I walk up her driveway and towards the door, I collect my thoughts and what I want to say to her. I ring the doorbell and wait for my girlfriend to open the door. She only takes a few seconds to reach the door, so I do not grow impatient. She knows how I get when someone does not answer the door immediately, so she has grown accustomed to reaching her front door quickly.

Sophia looks breath taking with her silky skin void of any makeup. I cannot help myself from kissing her soft cheek on my way in even though I know she is upset with me. I pretend not to notice the way that she paused and the corners of her mouth created a small gentle smile.

"So why did you decide to pop by?"

"Well first I did not want to leave things the way the ended when I left your house. I was being dumb, and like always I overreacted. Always taking things out of proportion. I tend to do that a lot. What I am trying to say in the midst of all that rambling is that I came to apologize."

"Luke it's okay-"

"No, no, you give me too many free passes; I was rude to you and I need to take responsibility for it. I didn't need to say what I wanted to in that manner, I could've said it more gently. I didn't, so I am sorry for that."

"It's okay, I forgive you."

"Thank you," I say while lightly and briefly kissing her lips.

Her eyes flutter close and she rests her forehead on my chest while I hold her tight in my arms. We both live in this moment and hold onto it for as long as we can. Moments like these are my source of happiness. There is an unspoken mutual appreciation in these moments. We do not need luxurious or exotic dates to be content and love the memory, but simply beautiful silences.