Break The Lesbian's Heart [Lesbian Story]

The Climax

THE CLIMAX

Alexis' POV

I saw the signs; the signs that meant my heart was going to be torn apart, then crushed into million little pieces.  My friends also told me that I was up to no good when I started dating her, but being the stubborn lesbian that I am, I ignored them all. Why? It's because I wanted to take a risk and have a chance to love again, only to be crushed... Again.

I thought she was going to take my pain away; the pain that I have endured for such a long time, but I thought wrong. She hurt me, rather than heal me. Why? It's because she wanted to fulfill and finish a stupid dare. 

I find it hard to believe that she agreed to do such a thing. Seriously, who would do that? She could've refused to do it in the first place, but no, she did it! Willingly, might I add. Which means she really wanted to hurt me from the start. It hurts me so much to know that she never even liked me! If she did like me, or if she at least cared for me (just a little), then maybe, she would have been a little hesitant to finish the job. But there was no indecision in her eyes when she broke my heart, only coldness that I have never seen before. I also find it hard to believe that she took pleasure in seeing me miserable. I have asked - more like, begged - her to stay with me, to be with me, but what did she do? Like a prey being chased by her predator, she ran away.

I should hate her. I know I should hate her, especially when I have a very valid reason to hate her, but when I got a call from Darren (the jerk that started all of this) saying that Cassie got into an accident, all of my negative feelings vanished, replaced by something stronger - LOVE.

So, that's the reason why I am sitting right now on a plastic chair beside Cassie's bed at a hospital room while holding her cold hand and staring at her pale and peaceful face that looks so dull and lifeless. If it weren't for the monitor beside her that is beeping, implying that she's still breathing, I think I would've gone berserk.

Despite the fact that there are lots of ridiculous machines attached to Cassie, she still look like a Goddess in my eyes. As cheesy at it sounds, it's true. I still love her, and everything about her. So even if she looks like she's gone through hell and came back, I still found her beauty so fascinating.

Ignoring Darren who is just a couple of feet away from us in the same room, I held Cassie's hand tighter and said, "I forgive you Cassie..."

I forgive you for using me, for lying to me, for making me look like a fool for you, and for breaking my heart, I thought.

"You know I can't stay mad at you. Even if you broke my heart, I'm not mad. But..." I paused, wiping the stray tear that has managed to escape the confinement of my eyes. "but if you did not open your eyes this instant, I will get mad! Do you hear me?" I said as I slightly shook her arm. "Do you hear me?" I whispered, my voice shaking as I did. "Wake up baby, wake up. Please. I need you."

And then and there, I broke down, crying so hard like they just told me she's dead (I hope and pray that that won't happen). I can't help it. With all of the things that has happened in the past, I just can't hold the tears anymore. So, I let them fall.

After I calmed down a bit, I said half-heartedly and reluctantly, "Just be okay Cassie, and... a-and I'll leave you alone."

I brought her hands up to my lips and kissed her palm like I used to, and said, "I love you."

At that moment, Darren decided to make his presence that has been long forgotten be known to me. He cleared his throat and said, "Lexi, I'm so sorry about the whole 'break your heart' dare. At the moment, I just couldn't think of anything for Cassie to do..."

He kept talking and talking, saying how sorry he really was, and that it wasn't his fault that the both of us fell in love with the same girl, blah blah blah. I chose to not hear any word he's saying until he said one sentence that had me turning around and looking at him in confusion, bewilderment and anger all rolled into one. 

"She confessed to me, that she loves me..."

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