Blind Date

The Real Issue

It's been about three days and I haven't been to work. I guess that weight decided to really hang around because the next morning I woke up sick. Worked out perfectly, since I twisted my ankle....
Kyle huffs beside me. He's been flipping through the channels for the last twenty to thirty minutes.
"Still mad at me?"
"Yes." He's had to take care of me, and Penny understands. "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at what you did."
"I still don't see the problem. He was being-"
"Unfaithful?" He interrupts me and the TV goes silent before picking back up again. "Trust me, I know unfaithful." He mutters. "And you do you too!" He gets louder and I just allow him to talk. We haven't talked about it, and I know he's got to be begging to speak. He always needs to rant before he finally accepts the situation. "Many of girls have played me. And I know one specific jerkbag whose played you. I seriously think you're letting your past experience with William shade over Matt. Not all guys are like William. Plus you're obviously letting your hate of him, cloud your esteem; you're back with the glasses."
I sigh.
"I don't know what to think anymore."
"Not all guys are jerks that want you for what you can give them. Some, like Matt, care for girls like you. Some, like Matt, want to see you thrive, not get trampled on."
For the next hour I sit there; pondering, thinking, stuck in my thoughts. Around three in the morning, Kyle was out cold, but I was still up thinking. I can walk a little without it hurting, but I can't do too much, hence the need of Kyle here. So I was up, as stubborn as I am, trying to walk. I would go from my bed to my kitchen, from my kitchen to my bed. Before long it wasnt hurting as badly, but I was still limping and stumbling a little. Oh well, I passed my mental test. I try to be as quiet as I can as I collect all of Samson's things. I lock the door behind me and head towards the outside. I guess I could've called a cab, really I'd have to ask Mr. Kiplen to call a cab for me, but I guess I felt like taking a walk. It was pretty chilly for a night like this.. But not to the point of freezing and needing to turn back. We take our time, allowing others to walk with us. Many times people offer to help me cross the road, and a few times I follow through. About halfway it starts to rain.. Which doesn't bother me, until I can't feel my toes. My clothes are drenched and I no longer hear people around me. I don't blame them, I'm crazy for walking in the rain; I'm crazy for putting my dog through this. By the time we get to our destination, it probably around four... And I'm ready for something warm in my stomach. As soon as we get there, I  don't waste any time, I knock on the door. As I knock, I start to cry. I am confused, at first, why but as it continues I understand.
"Matt!" I switch to banging on the door, my hand dripping with rain. I bet I'm not making his neighbors very happy, considering I've been banging on this door for quite some time.
"What the heck? Grace, what are you doing? It's four in the morning!"
"I need to know-"
"It's raining, and it's late-"
"I need to know!" I think he notices I've been crying by the way my voice cracks.
"Know what?"
"Why me."
"What?"
"Why me? You could have any woman in the world; don't you want a girl who can see you? To go for a kiss and not have to guide her to your lips? A girl who can see your kids?
I can't even watch you drive away or surprise you by holding your hand; I can't see you." I break down, tears still tracing down my face, mixing with the rain.
"I could have any seeing girl I want; but that's what makes you different. They're all girls. Collage hoties who never grew up with a clear conscious. You, you're a woman; you have your dreams in front of you, and nothings going to stop you.
Including me.
I would pick a woman over a girl any day."
He steps out in the rain, taking my hands. "You make me work to have you in my life; you're tough, and you don't need anybody; besides the obvious. You're the most challenging thing I have ever come acrossed in my lifetime; and I deliver baby animals, as a living! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and you don't even know it. I don't care if I have to guide you to kiss me. You are worth it all." He comes closer to my face, "You're worth guiding."
At that moment he kisses me and I don't care. My entire body is soaked and the warmth from his body spreads slowly over to me. It's the kiss you always hear about in the movies, where the guy kisses her in the rain; at first the girl is angry, but then she just melts and falls into his arms.
That's how this exact moment was.
I am heartbroken, and I am confused. But he is Matt.. Matthew Davidson, the one who will forever confuse me, and the one who will forever be the one to mend my brokenheart.

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-Emuna_Jasmine