She had enough; it was his fault. She's healing; he's still torn apart. She knew it was time to let go; he knew she's moved on.
"'Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break even."
Does it?
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The minute he checked his phone when he woke up the next morning and saw a text message, he immediately knew where it was from.
But he didn't know what he was supposed to feel. His tweet had succesfully caught her attention and now she had texted to come and meet her on the same place that had made him even more fearless to pursue what set his heart, his soul, on fire.
The oak tree.
But he still wasn't sure whether he should smile or not. Was she going to say yes? Were his efforts for the past two weeks successful?
Or could this meeting be the last time he would see her? Had she decided that he didn't deserve a second chance because he had hurt her too much?
He hoped against hope that it wouldn't be. Because he wouldn't what to do. The past nine months proved to be a suffering without her. Now that he had seen her again and knew that she still loved him too-- no, he didn't want to think about it.
So he was there, sitting at the base of the oak tree, waiting, wishing, praying...
Then a familiar car swerved into view ahead.
His heartbeat quickened as he stood up and watched the car came to a stop ten feet from him.
The driver's door flew open.
Alex came running fast towards him, her face gleaming with tears.
"Alex, w-wha--"
She caught him off with a kiss.
His knees wobbled at the feeling of her lips against his. It felt familiar... oh so familiar that he immediately pulled her closer for more.
It was soft and intense at the same time--fragile yet fierce-- pertaining their pent-up emotions for the last so-so months. She is pressing her lips to his with a passion that took him completely aback. The saltiness of their tears-- he is crying too-- mingling perfectly with the strawberry flavor of her lip balm, and he didn't think he'd ever tasted anything intoxicating as this.
"Yes..." she whispered as they pulled away for the need of air was unbearable, their foreheads touching, her eyes closed. "Yes, Logan."
"So my tweet really did caught your attention," he joked halfheartedly with his hands on her cheeks, wiping her tears gently.
She chuckled quietly, still sobbing softly.
"I'm so sorry, Alex," he kissed her forehead. "For all I did, I--"
"Logan," she looked at him in the eye. Hazel to brown. "Let's forget about it. Let's just--" she took hold of his hand on her right cheek. "--start all over again."
He smiled. She smiled back. Then he pulled her closer once again (as if there was any more space left between them) and kissed her, gently, softly... lovingly.
