Forbidden

Chapter 6

I just really love this song, and i think all of you guys should listen to it xD. 

Mark's Point Of View.

The first raindrop that hit my face knocked some sense into me. I slowly let go of him, and looked at John's face only to see a cold, deadly look on his face. I had never seen so much hate and anger in anyone's eyes before.

It started raining heavily and we just kept staring at each other, getting wet in the rain.

He kept staring at me with the cold look on his face, I on the other hand, felt so guilty, but good at the same time.

Good because I felt as if a heavy rock had been lifted off my chest.

Guilt was dominant though.

"John, wait" I put a hand on his shoulder as he started to walk away. My heart was racing and my hands were shaking almost as if I had seen a ghost.
He held my hand, so tight I felt my bones crack, and he shoved it away.

He turned around and said "Don't" and slowly started walking away.

All I could say was "I'm sorry" my voice cracking as he walked away in the heavy rain. I kept staring at his back as I lost sight of him into the darkness of the night. Rain wasn't making it any easier.

As I ran my hands through my hair and my face my thoughts drifted off to the events that had just happened and sighed.

"I can't believe I just did that" I said to myself. How am I going to face him every day? What if he tells someone about this? Is he ever going to talk to me? What if he never speaks to me ever again?

All kinds of question rushed through my mind. All kinds of mixed emotions.

I was standing there in the rain for what felt like forever. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to run behind him and talk to him. Try to explain myself, but I had no idea about what to tell him either. What am I possibly going to say to him anyway?

On the other hand, I just wanted to stand there.

**

I got home still feeling as shitty as I felt hours ago. I changed into some warm clothes and climbed onto bed knowing I had work in the morning.

I turned from side to side trying to find a comfortable position to sleep. Hours passed and I just couldn't sleep. I just spent the whole night staring at my ceiling though I could barely see a thing.

I could hear the rain throughout the night, but at some point it stopped.

The only thing I could think about was how I was going to face John so I couldn't really focus on anything else.

Morning came without me even realizing it. Rays of sunlight kissed my face through my bedroom window.

I got up feeling exhausted both mentally and physically.

I wanted to text him so badly because I always do in the morning. We go to work together almost every day. What was I thinking? I mentally cursed myself.

**

I got to work a bit early like I always do. I looked around the terminal, the ferry and the office to see if he was around but I didn't see him.

A part of me wished that he wouldn't come so that I don't have to face him.

For how long though? I am going to have to face him some time.

They day came to an end and he never showed up.

Two days, and he never showed up.

A week had passed, but he never showed up. I was starting to get worried. I asked a few co-workers to see if anybody knew where he was, but no one had a clue.

It was my fault so I had to fix it somehow so I decided to text him.

"Hey, are you okay? I'm worried" I took a long deep breath before I hit the send button.

"What the hell do you want?" He replied after a while.

"Just to see if you're okay. It's clearly my fault that you're not showing up to work. I know you John. You don't miss work, ever. I am so sorry for what I did that night, but please don't jeopardize your job for what I did. It was a mistake and I promise it will never happen again."

"I am okay." Was all he said.

"Are you sure?" He never replied to that text.

John's Point of View

I spent the whole of last week in bed trying not to think about what had happened. I watched every funny video on YouTube I could find. It wasn't helping at all. I tried my best not to think about what happened but every time I close my eyes I see his face inches away from mine. His hot breath on my face.

I didn't like the feeling.

I was pissed off at myself more than I was pissed at him. Why was I not able to stop myself? I just let him. It was all my fault.

Seeing his text pissed me off more than I was before. He was a pathetic asshole.

I hated his guts.

He was right even though he was a jerk. I should go back to work. Besides, I won't even see him most of the time. I'll just ignore his existence like everybody else's.

I decided to go to work the next day, but that didn't mean I was ready to face him.

I really was not ready to face the man with the commercial-worth-smile.

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