"Embrena...!" Chase screamed as I walked through the door. Before I could look his way, Chase lifted me into the air and twirled me as he laughed. "I was so worried. When I heard that he was your partner, I rushed over. Are you hurt?" I shook my head as my lips pierced together. I faced Mason only to notice his disappointed expression. "He opened my eyes actually..." In a confused state Chase nodded, I could feel his hesitation as he grabbed my hand. While speaking with Chase, my eyes remained on Mason. "Are you okay Embre?" Without speaking I nod, a tough decision was to be made and I was surprisingly alright with deciding.
"Chase, I love you..." I started my sentence only to notice that he wasn't following me. I then understood that this was my chance to rehearse my words. Before I began to speak once more I search my home for traces of life sources, nothing. "Chase... I love you; I love you so much that it hurts. The thing is... it isn't the love that you feel. For so long I had blamed you for Mason's death, I hated you so much, and I wanted to hurt you. I thought that you were the reason that he was stolen from me." Before I spoke again I paused, it was time to be completely honest.
"The day that I finally understood that you had no control... I tried to compensate. I wanted to hate you but I wanted to make up for everything, I blamed myself for so long and when you confessed your love for me I found a way. I convinced myself that I felt this way but it is impossible to pretend to be in love. I do not feel the same as you do, I love you but only in the way of wanting to protect you." Once more I paused; how do I word what I wanted to say, how do I tell him such hurtful words?
Before I could rehearse anything else Chase walked inside of our home. "I understand Embre, I knew that you didn't love me. I didn't understand why you started to try but I do now. You don't need to be scared, you don't need to tell me anymore, I understand. I just wanted to enjoy the moment before it was gone." Chase spoke as his words rose; I could feel the anger in his voice. He tried to understand without wanting to. "I am sorry..." I whisper only to have his fist slam against the wall. "I understand but... still... why? Why led me on, only to break up with me once I died?" He was angry that was obvious, but he was truly hurt. I do not know what came over me but I felt compelled to share my thoughts with him.
"Let me tell you a story... One day my best friend explained something so beautiful to me. I did not know it at the time but I had a hinting feeling, that the words that he spoke were how he felt about me. He told me all about love; he told me the definition, the idea, and the feeling that one receives. I asked him if I was in love with him and he told me no. It was a lie, I was but I hadn't known the feeling. When he was stolen from me... I tried to deny my emotions, because it would only hurt worse. The days that I spent without Mason was... too painful; he was everything to me and then he disappeared." Oddly enough he understood, oddly enough Chase somehow knew. With his anger still boiling in his veins, Chase tried to repress it. He only smiled at my response; it was obvious that it was forced. His voice was pushed into a whisper and his mouth opened once more.
"I knew that this day was coming, I just didn't know how badly it would impact me." A tear then fell from Chase's face and then a downfall came. With my shocked response I stood still... "Are you okay?" He only nodded while still crying, I had hurt him and there was nothing that I could do to fix it. "I knew that you didn't love me, but I loved you." It soon began hard to breathe; it felt as though there was a clump of sugar in my throat. I knew this and I wanted to respond yet I hadn't known how to respond. I never knew that this task would be so hard.
"I'd like you to pack your things and get out please; I can't face you right now." I stood there astonished. This was my home, yet it was his as well. The only thing that I could do was leave. Chase then enters another room and a loud thud appears, I was the one to hurt him. I begin to pack all of my belongings only to witness Evan standing in the doorway. "What is going on Em?" Evan asked as he ran towards my shaking body. "I am moving out." I bluntly state as I pull another object into a box.
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Ember's Cupid
FantasyMason and I were close. I looked up to him, not as a lover but as a partner. He was my best friend, my other half, a shoulder to lean on; Mason was the best person I could have ever possibly met. I saw him not as most women see men but as they see t...