u n d e r w a t e r

t w e n t y - o n e

"i can save you," he said with a slight smile. he didn't want to do this, but it was the right thing. he left the bouquet of flowers leaning slightly on the doorframe and crouched next to the letterbox. "lydia," he whispered softly.

"yes," she replied even quieter. 

"i will always love you, and i'm sorry. i shouldn't have slept with that other girl. even though it was so long ago, i was wrong. i'm still wrong. i'm wrong to be here. i'm wrong to put you through all the pain...for the second time. i was wrong to put you through it the first time. and i can't give you the air back, because you won't accept it, but i can take away the water. please remember that i didn't mean any harm. and i never did."

he took a deep breath after he finished, waiting for her reply. secretly, he still wanted her to come rushing out and take him in her arms and have the most romantic kiss, just like in the movies.

but this wasn't a movie, and only silence greeted him. 

he sighed and stood up, and giving one last wistful look at her house, he walked away. 

it wasn't until twenty-one minutes after he left that she dared to open the door and take the bouquet of flowers inside, fill and vase with water and place them neatly in it.