Chapter 15: A loss For Words

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He just stares at me.
I'm too lost for words.
God.
He just heard me confess my love for him.
Do you know that feeling when you feel like you've been exposed, and the life just sucked right out of you?
Yeah. Well that's me right now.
"Daniel." I say, choking on my words.
He just stares at me.
With what though?
Shock?
Anger?
Awe?
My eyes travel to the broken glass on the floor.
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"Avery." He says.
I don't listen to him.
"Avery! You better not do what I think you're about to do!"
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He rushes forward to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me towards his chest.
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I let out a yell in frustration.
I can't even kill myself without failing.
They both look at me.
"You wouldn't dare." They say in unison.
Tears drip from my eyes.
"I don't want to be here." I cry.
Max is about to speak before Daniel interrupts him.
"I know you don't want to be here, Avery. But you are going to have to pretend that you want to live, because we need you in our lives."
"No you don't." I mutter. "You don't care about me."
He pauses, and looks over his shoulder to Max for help.
Max continues for him.
"What Daniel was trying to say . . . ." Max says. Daniel scoffs.
"Is that we need you to be alive. People dying is sad. I get that. But sometimes we need to ague with ourselves to see what's the better option in life. Even if you don't always agree with it."
Wow. I have to say, I'm impressed. I don't really see Max as the lecturing type.
Maybe he isn't. Maybe he actually wants me to live.
I highly doubt it, but maybe, just maybe . . . . .
No. I completely doubt it.
After getting together with Daniel, he must hate me.
No. Hate is a strong it.
He must despise me.
Yeah. That's the it.
For a minute I feel as if I'm staring at a different person.
This person in front of me is not the  Max I know.
This is a different Max.
This is a Max that can trust and talk to people. This is my boyfriend Max, the one before he had cheated on me.
"Avery?" Daniel says, snapping my out of my thoughts.
I nod. "Yeah?"
"Don't do it again. Please? Live for us."
Live.
I will.
I will live.
For them.
And for the first time, I actually believe it.
I believe that I am capable of living.
I smile and say, "I promise."

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