Wesvitto

P & T

*PAUL'S POV*

knock knock. I run to the door to let her in and give her a huge smile when i see her. 

"Hey" she says shyly

"Hi" i say awkwardly

"Uh so we have a lot of things to talk about. You have the divorce papers right?" she states flatly

"Yeah i do, but as i said before i don't want to sign them. I'm still in love with you." I confess

"Paul, i..." she quickly says but then stops. She sits down, clearly emotionally in pain and begins to sob. 

I hate seeing her like this. Although she does look beautiful even in tears. "Torrey don't cry! I hate seeing you cry!" I try to comfort her

"Paul. Of course i still love you, but you were with someone else!" she says inbetween sobs

"I know. I'm so stupid. I hate myself for it. I pushed her off. I was so mad at myself, at the world, that it just happened. She ended up in my trailer and kind of attacked me. Not that i'm innocent here" I explain

This doesn't help that much because she just keeps crying and then stands up to leave. "I can't do this. I thought i could, but i can't." she says turning for the door

I catch her hand. "Torrey I have made some mistakes in our relationship, but i am absolutely certain that the one choice i made right was asking you to marry me. I want this to be my second right choice or at least the choice to make things right with you. Let's fix this together" I plead

She turns to me staring into my eyes. Then she simply hugs me. I immediately wrap my arms around her, embracing her in a huge hug. I missed this. 

We stand like this for awhile, crying and hugging. Finally she pulls away, and instantly my arms ache for her to return. 

"Paul. I can't let you take the entire blame for this. We got into a fight and then i ran off to Africa. I didn't exactly give us another chance and i'm sorry." she says sadly

"Hey. Don't blame yourself if it wasn't for me doing all of these independent films we wouldnt have..." I say, but she cuts me off saying "Then lets not blame anyone. This was a mutual thing. Equally responsible. But we are also equally involved in fixing things. I love you." 

I hug her again, wrappinig my arms around her never wanting to let go. I loosen the hug and place my lips on hers. This kiss is better than any other. Perhaps because it has been awhile since i kissed her, but damn it was hot. 

This time, i'm the one who pulls away. I take her hand and lead her toward the table where our divorce papers sit. 

"Wait what are you..." she begins.. but then she understands

I rip them up, leaving them unrecognizable. Then i look at her and lead her to the bedroom. 

Once in the bedroom i open the nightside table drawer, pull out a box, get on one knee and propose for the second time. 

"Torrey Joel Wasilewski, you are my everything. My heart skips a beat when i see you. I love how you are so humble, talented, funny, gracious, and kind. I would do anything for you baby. Will you please continue to be my wife?" I ask

Followed by an immediate "Yes"