The Badgirl's Dancer [EXO Kai FF]

Chapter Thirteen

The Comeback

CATHY'S POV

It felt like a dream. Is all of this happening right now?

I stayed silent.

When he probably realized what he had just done, he lowered his head and shook it. "I-I have to go inside now."

I was left there alone, standing under the moonlight.

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The whole ride all the way back home was completely silence.

I plugged in my earphones any listened to music, for me to not get bored and to lessen the tension.

When we reach my condominium building, I stepped out of the car and carried my backpack and a bag.

"Thank you. Bye." That's all I have to say and I walked away.

Michael hurried to my side and held the other bag.

"I'll help you." He said.

"No, thanks. I can manage." I said but he didn't let go of my bag.

Fine.

I let him carry my bag.

I was walking a bit fast, but he still able to cope up.

I just want to get away from him. I can't think straight when I'm with him.

The elevator opened and we walked into the corridor.

When we reached my door, I opened the door and get the bag from him.

'Thanks again." Then I turned around to walk inside but he suddenly grabbed my arm. My heartbeat fastened.

I looked at him blankly. What now? You're going to say sorry, that you didn't meant what you said last night, that you're going to get married soon so that it will be impossible. You're going to say that you didn't really love me, right? I knew it.

He stared straight at my eyes.

"I just want you to know that I'm not sorry for what I did last night." He said.

I blinked many times.

"I meant every word I said." Then he held my other hand without carriage. "Please run awa---"

"Stop it!" I shouted. "Can you even hear yourself?! You're just asking me to run away with you weeks before your wedding!"

I pulled my hand away from his violently.

"Just..." I placed my hand on my forehead. "Just think about the consequences, Michael. Please stop all of this. We can't do this."

Then I closed the door behind me.

I took a deep breath. I can feel tears at the corner of my eyes.

Fuck Shit.

I went to my bedroom and slumped my back on the bed. I stared at the ceiling.

Why do things have to be hard for me?

Michael.

Don't tell me that you're feelings for him are resurfacing.

No. And I can't.

I'm really, really close with moving on with him. I just can't let it to be wasted.

But will you go with him, if those problems do not exist?

Will I?

I have to admit that there's a part of me that will. I know that Michael can make me happy and forget my problems. I know that he will take care of me and cherish me everyday. But I just can't.