And We Meet Again

Kim's POV 3 - The Losses

This is the third chapter in KIM's POV of what all happened when she came back from Miami after saying 'Goodbye' to Keith and asking him to keep Veronica happy. Hope you guys enjoy! :)

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THE LOSSES

"It's not like you're going to take ages to get ready, but please be ready by seven."

"Yes, Josh. Have I ever made you wait?" I asked over the phone, one question of which we both knew the answer way too well.

I heard him chuckle at the other end and he said, "I'm just very excited to see you."

A little smile made its way on my face, but somehow, it didn't reach my heart. "Me too," I told him truthfully.

"Oh... are you done with the photographs?" he enquired and I could hear slight typing noises from his end. He was undoubtedly typing away something work related.

A sigh escaped my lips as I gazed at the newly developed photographs that I had just hung in the black room of my apartment. "Almost." I gave him my one word answer.

"Great," he said and I could hear the grin in his voice. "Kimberly, I'll see you tonight. I've a meeting to attend. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay," I mumbled, my gaze still fixed on the photographs.

"Love you," he whispered, making me drift my eyes away from Keith's photographs to any other photograph in this room.

"L-love you too," I stuttered, looking at the photograph of sunset of Miami beach where Keith and I had confessed our feelings after years.

I brought my phone in front of my eyes once Josh had cancelled the call and stared at it with my lips tightly pressed in a thin line. "What's wrong with me?" I questioned myself. "Why did I just stutter?"

Shaking my head at my confusing thoughts, I started working on the remaining photographs. But no matter how much I tried, I couldn't concentrate on my work completely. The first reason of my unwanted distraction was the fact that the photographs I was working on were Keith Warren's; him in blue cotton shirt with the background of the beautiful blue water which was making his eyes shine as he smiled his gorgeous smile at the camera; his bare-chested self as he ran his fingers through his brown messy hair and smirked at the camera with a mischievous glint in his eyes; him looking way too hot in that black tux, looking all sexy as he laid on the couch with his piercing gaze fixed on the camera. Or was it me whom he was gazing as I was the one holding the camera?

No! It couldn't be.

The second and the most annoying reason was the fact that it had been two days but still, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering to whatever had happened in Miami.

How could he still manage to make me smile? How could he still make me so happy? We had not seen each other for five years... five years were a lot. But then, how could he had the same effect on me as he used to have all these years ago? How could I forget about Josh and get lost in the moment in his bedroom? If Adam wouldn't have interrupted, I had no idea what all would have happened. It was good that nothing happened, for obvious reasons. We were not cheaters. We both were in perfectly happy relationships. Weren't we?

My heart shattered for the umpteenth time as my mind drifted back to the last moment Keith and I shared at the beach. I still couldn't believe that I had confessed to him, finally. Well, so had he. But, he had said that he 'liked' me, whereas my confession was of love. Wasn't there a huge difference between these two words? Probably that difference was the reason as to why I chose to say my final goodbye to him. He never loved me. For him, I was just an infatuation or merely a crush, but for me, he was so much more.