My Kind Of Happily Ever Afters

Prologue

I lumbered through the grassy hill, squishing the damp grass under my feet, in the late hours of night. My heart beats getting faster with every step.

My eyes searched around for the familiar muscular figure. When my eyes finally landed on a lone figure sitting at the edge of the hill, I immediately recognized him and started walking towards him, carefully not to make him aware of my presence.

However, the late winter shower didn't seem to help me in hiding my presence, and I could see him suddenly tense up hearing the squishing sounds of the grass.

But he didn't turn. His back was still facing towards me. I sighed and quickly covered the remaining distance between us before settling down quietly beside him.

His body remained still. "Why are you here?" he finally spoke.

"Because I want to" I simply replied.

"Go away!" he hissed.

"No"

"Go"

"No"

"Go"

"I said no! I promised that I won't leave you. I am going to stay now and forever. You like it or not."

"God damn! Just leave! I don't need you."

I don't need you. It hit me straight in my heart and I felt hollow and devoid of any words or emotion. And immediately after a second, emotions overflowed inside me and tears pricked my eyes.

"Ar- Are you sure?.. That you don't need me?" I tried to speak through my breaking voice.

"Yes" he replied.

"Okay" I sniffled and got up to go before a firm hand gripped my wrist, preventing me from going.

"Stay" I heard an almost inaudible whisper. It was very soft but I still heard it. He was now facing me, his face showing no expressions whatsoever. But his eyes gave it away. They were like an ocean of emotions where one can easily drown in.

I sighed but didn't move. "Stay. I am an idiot. Please stay" he beseeched and gave a sad smile.

I sat down next to him once again, while his hands remained curled around my wrist as if making sure that I don't escape. Not that I was going to though. I know he needs me, I do too.

People just don't leave behind , the ones they love. No matter how big of a mistake they do. And even if they do, someday-somehow they come back. And life becomes a full circle.

As for him, I am ready to forgive him for any damn thing, because some chances are worth given, right?

"I am sorry for being an asshole" he said regretfully. My lips curled into a small smile.

"At least you realize it and that's what matters." I placed my hand over his, in an assuring manner.

He smiled at me. But it wasn't his famous flirty lopsided smirk, it was a genuine smile. And my heart fluttered and warmed up at this small gesture.

All the little things he does makes me fall for him harder and harder. He knows that. He very well knows his affect on me.

We were in a relationship a few years back but I broke up, even though I was madly in love with him. I still am. But he wasn't. He didn't love me.

He said that he loved me but not the way I wanted him to, so I chose to break up with him instead of sticking onto something meaningless. I wanted to give him his own space, to realize what he actually wanted.