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STANDING IN FRONT OF HER DOOR stirred up a lot of memories and nerves. My palms became sweaty, my legs felt like jello and I was chewing my lip slightly. Not giving myself a chance to back out, I knocked on her door, and waited for her to answer. After a few minutes, I was scared she wasn't home, that would really ruin the moment.
Just when I thought about going back down to my car, I heard the jingle of the door unlocking and a moment later, Summer was standing in front of me.
God, she's beautiful.
"Kappy?" Her eyebrows furrowed together, though her eyes brightened and she looked happy to see me. That gave me some confidence, but not as much as I needed.
"H-hi Summer, how are you?" Her very small smile was wiped off her face from my question as she shifted uncomfortably, leaning on her door for support.
"Uh, I-I'm great, you?" Bullshit. I could hear her voice crack ever so slightly, which made my heart break. I never knew I'd have that sort of affect on her.
I scratched the back of my neck nervously. "Gre- actually, no. That's the reason I'm here. I'm terrible. Absolutely terrible. Ever since we broke up I haven't been with it. And thats because I wasn't with you. I-I love you, and I'm so so so sorry it took me so long to realize that. I need you in my life Summer, please give me another chance." My eyes were pleading, I had no idea what I would do with myself if she said no.
"Kappy- I- Annika..." Her voice was soft, gentle, and something I haven't heard from her in a long time. I've never seen her come off as so small and frail. Normally, no matter how she was really feeling, she'd show everyone she was a little ball of fire.
"I broke up with her. She's nothing compared to you. And I'm sorry I thought anyone could amount to how special you are."
"I-I, I'm no good for you Kasp," she told me, trying to convince herself in the process. "- You said so yourself. I'm a hurricane. And I can't change no matter how much I want to."
I sighed, disappointed in myself for letting her feel so bad about herself. "But Summer, I don't want you to change. I'll let you be a hurricane, as long as I can be apart of the destruction."
"Why would you want that?" She asked. "Do you have some horrible wish to get hurt?"
"No," I tell her. "I just think everyone is going to get hurt by someone at least once in their life, and how lucky I would be if I could be destroyed by you."
