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I couldn't get what Jiya had said to me out of my head.
If you care about someone, if you trust someone, if you might even love someone, you tell them something like this.
Wyatt told me.
Did that mean that he might love me?
No.
I was being ridiculous.
He only told me so I wouldn't worry and so I could cover for them.
Right?
As I sat in an empty corridor at Mason Industries, I stared at my hands, remembering all the times that Wyatt had grabbed them to pull me to safety.
I thought of all the times that he had called me "ma'am" and the few times he had called me "babydoll".
I would be lying if I said that I didn't like those pet names.
I thought of the time that Wyatt had pulled me into a kiss at Bonnie and Clyde's hideout.
Of how soft his lips were.
As I stared into his deep blue eyes, I thought I saw something in them.
Love, maybe?
But they quickly turned to apologetic, and I never really found out what that look we had shared meant.
I also remember that night when we were lying side by side, our shoulders almost touching.
I remember when I scooted a little closer to where our arms were brushing against each other.
I remember when I had turned my head to face him, and when I said that we should be open to new possibilities.
I never expected that to pop out of my mouth; I didn't even know where that came from.
I thought of all the times that we got lost in each other's eyes, gazing at each other for seconds on end.
I thought of Wyatt's dorky, half-grin, of how it was so cute and how my heart swelled everytime that smile was aimed toward me.
I remember when he told me to figure out what I was fighting for.
At that point, I was fighting to get Amy back.
But now, I'm fighting for so much more.
But I also remember that he's still in love with Jessica.
And that I'll never be Jessica, and I'll probably never be in the same place that she was with Wyatt.
That made me want to start crying, and it wouldn't be the first time today that I had the urge to.
As I was about to go find Jiya and ask her opinion on Wyatt and me, a conference room door down the hall swung open, and Agent Christopher emerged from the dimly lit room.
She made immediate eye contact with me and motioned me over.
I tentatively walked over to her.
Christopher crossed her arms and sighed.
"He wants to talk to you," was all she said.
Whirling around, she twisted the door knob and opened the door for me.
"You have ten minutes," she says, and shuts it behind me.
I almost gasp at the sight of Wyatt, who is sitting at a table, handcuffed, and looks so sad.
"Wyatt," I say cautiously, settling into a chair across from him.
His eyes snap up to meet mine, and I instantly get lost in them.
Although he's so forlorn, and they're not as bright, his eyes are still so beautiful.
And then, despite how I know he feels, he gives me one of those adorable, dorky, half-grins.
I can't help but smile back.
I reach across the table and take his hand.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
He just nods.
"I guess I just wasn't meant to be with her," he says.
"You tried, Wyatt. That's what matters."
He nods again.
"I'm sorry I dragged you into all this," he mumbles.
"It's okay," I say quickly.
I notice Wyatt's gaze lower to our intertwined fingers.
"Maybe I'm meant to be with someone else," he says quietly, and looks up into my eyes.
I feel as if he can see deep down in my soul and can see how I feel about him.
But wait.
I don't feel anything.
Don't I?
My emotions were so mixed up, that I just started to cry.
At that exact moment, Agent Christopher comes waltzing in, unlocks Wyatt's handcuffs and says,
"You're free to go."
And then she walks out, with no explanation whatsoever.
Wyatt notices that tears are still running down my face, and jumps up, coming over to me and wrapping me up in a hug.
I breathe in the scent of his Old Spice, probably singeing my nose hairs, but I didn't care.
It was perfect.
Just like him.
"Are you going to be alright?" I whisper in his ear.
"I will be," he answers.
And then the most unexpected thing happens.
He pulls me into a kiss, this one way better than the one in 1934.
We reluctantly separate, but keep on staring into each other's eyes.
"Maybe I was meant to be with you. Babydoll."
Then he disappears out the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
And that's when I make a split-second decision.
I sprint out of the conference room.
"Wyatt! Wait!"
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So there you guys are!
I hope you enjoyed this update!
Please let me know if you want a part two! :D
~Grace
