I Don't Care If It Will Break My Heart.

You Still Have All My Heart.

I was sitting on the couch, bored out of my mind, considering I was alone, and I was watching Scooby Doo. After ten minutes of messing around on my phone, I was about to go to my room, but a knock on the door stopped me.

It couldn't be Olivia, she would just walk in, or Rosie. It wasn't Kuza or Louie, they were on their way back to Pennsylvania. I stood slowly and walked to the door. Damn me for being so short I couldn't see out the peephole. It was probably someone from work. I pulled the door open casually.

"He-," I started before I realized who was standing in front of me.

"Hey," Chris said softly. I couldn't croak anything out, so I just motioned for him to come in.

He stepped in and stood by the door while I moved towards the love seat.

"I think we need to talk," he said. I nodded. "Let me just start by saying I'm sorry."

"Okay," I said. He looked up at me from his feet with an annoyed look on his face.

"Okay? That's all you have to say?" He questioned.

I rose an eyebrow. "What else am I supposed to say?"

"I don't know. You forgive me, or you're sorry too," he said. I laughed harshly.

"What do I have to be sorry for?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He said, trying not to raise his voice.

"Hey, I was trying to get the fuck over you and your rejection. I'm not sorry about that," I lied. I did feel pretty bad for trying to make him jealous.

"You were trying to make me jealous," he argued.

"Why the fuck does it matter?" I questioned.

"Because you did it on purpose," he said, sounding even more annoyed.

"Oh well. I was in love with you and you didn't feel the same way," I said, letting my voice rise and my eyes fill with tears because of his loud voice.

"Bullshit!" He said, almost yelling.

"Why is it bullshit?!" I asked, my voice going as loud as his.

"Because I fucking love you!"

That made me go silent. It wasn't just the fact that he said he loves me. That meant a lot, but he said love, not loved, not used to love. No. He said, I LOVE you.

A tear slipped down my cheek and I looked down. Within seconds he was in front of me, pulling me into his arm. I pushed him away.

"No, Chris. You can't just hold me and think that's gonna make everything okay," I said, trying not to let more tears fall. "You hurt me."

"I know," he spoke softly. "I'm so sorry Kari. I should've told you, but I didn't know you were going to leave because of it. If I did, I would've told you how much you mean to me."

I closed my eyes. I wish this was a dream. I wanted it to be a dream. But when I opened my eyes, Chris was still there. He tried to pull me into his arms again, and this time I let him. He kept whispering, 'I'm sorry,' into my ear softly.

"I love you," I said into his chest.

"I love you too, baby. I can't lose you again. No more of this, okay?" He said. I nodded, completely giving in. "You're mine, no more wondering."

I looked into his eyes, filled with both joy and worry. Those eyes of his would be the death of me, I swear.

Instead of giving him an answer, I pressed my lips to his. That was the only answer he needed.

After two years, Chris was mine. Finally.

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Dedication to alyroseatbvbarmy for just loving my horrible love story.(: