How many times do i have to tell you not to fall in love with me!

Chapter 15: The slight possibility of forgiveness.

A knock echoes around my room.
"Listen. Actually listen. I've been trying to tell you for ages. But you won't listen. And I don't think you want to listen, you don't want to love, because you think that if you put your heart so fully in something, you become vulnerable."
A tear rolls down my cheek onto the blanket I am huddled in. I hug my arms around my knees and pull my head onto them.
"The truth is, you do, but it's worth taking the risk. If we don't love, we don't live. Sometimes your even more vulnerable if you try not to love."
"Because you've been broken. You broke the night you heard your mum was in hospital, you broke the night you moved away, and you broke the night that she left without saying goodbye."
"Dolphie, broken pieces can be fixed. By love and care, because that's all it takes.
I can't fill the holes. But I can build bridges over them."
"I never stopped loving you. From the day you tumbled in the door to the day you left."
The air is silent and I start sobbing, why is it so hard?
I hear the door creak open and feel warm arms around me.
I fall onto his familiar chest and stay there as I drift off to sleep.

You might be wondering how I ended up here.
I had to stay in the hospital for another day to do some check ups.
I sat in a ratty hospital dress and two very large slippers, the doctors and nurses ran some periodic checks and tested my blood sugar which required a needle and a yelp from me.
Ewh, needles.

Anyway by that point I was starting to think about the events of the days beforehand, I figured I would go home, here Damien out and give him the slightest possibility of forgiveness.
Maybe Emily was gone for good.

So I went home and I walked in the door slapping my keys onto the table.
Then I looked out the back to find Damien hugging, yes hugging, a blonde haired girl.
That wouldn't have mattered too much if the name tag on her dress hadn't said Emily.
I slammed the door and stormed off to my room, huddled myself in a blanket and screamed into a pillow.
But I believe you know the rest.
I'm so tired and in his arms I slowly start to fall asleep.
Not registering the peck on my cheek he gives me before whispering,
"Te amo, Dolphie."

I don't know what to think. He talks all this about love, and how he loves me. Then he goes off with another girl?
It doesn't make sense.
These are the thoughts running through my head as I shower at six AM in the morning.
I've been feeling really crappy lately and I know I need to get back into routine.
Opening the shower door I slip a towel around myself and peek past the curtain to the calm waves rolling in and out on the lake. The small type only made by movement. Damien was out there fishing.
I watch him wipe his sleeve across his sweaty forehead and begin rowing the boat out of the sun.
I closed the curtains and ran to my closet, snatching out my red bikinis.

Once I have had a considerable large amount of coffee, I tiptoe onto the deck and peer over at Damien.
He was wearing an unbuttoned red plaited shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tattered green grey shorts.
I recognised that outfit from the time we went to the pineapple farm years ago.
After slapping on some sunscreen I walked out and laid on the sand with my legs in the water. Damien had his back to me and I watched him as he reeled in a fish that I couldn't quite see from a distance.
My eyes focused on his arms. Well, and his chest. Both were as muscled as a wrestler if I remember correctly.
Suddenly he turned to face me and I caught a smirk on his face before he jumped off the boat.
"Damien!"
I yelled before mumbling to myself, "that mans crazy."
"Indeed I am, for you!"
Groooooaaaaaaannnnnnn.