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call → t e n

                                               l a s t  c h a p t e r

Bittersweet → call  t e n 

❝In which he loves her flaws more than her perfections.❞

Today it's exact two months ago since you apologized on the phone.

And that were the best two months of my life, if I may say.

They were our best two months.

During that certain phone call, you said you'd come over to my house. So we could talk, you said.

When the phone call had ended, my gaze didn't leave the clock on the wall next to me once.

It took you exact seventeen minutes to arrive at my appartement.

You looked lovely in the lila dress that accented your curves perfectly.

You said you weren't wearing it for a special occasion, that you weren't wearing it for me, but I noticed the blush that creeped onto your cheeks bones.

It was the first time you were in my apartement, so you examined everything carefully.

You liked the several pictures on the wall in the livingroom, you said.

The one with my sister was your favorite.

First we drank apple juice, and just stared at each other, until you broke the silence.

'I want to explain why I acted like. . . I acted,'  you said.

You explained you didn't let me in because you couldn't. Because you were scared. Scared of getting hurt, of ending up alone. You said you were trying to deal with this quality for years now, and that you hated it. You also said you were deeply sorry.

'It's okay,' I said. This time it really was, 'but how do I know you speak the truth?' 

'Just trust me,' you wispered.

And then, you placed your hands on my crossed legs and kissed me.

You kissed me.

And that kiss made me realize that I had fallen so hard. I had fallen so hard for you that it hurt. But as long as you kiss away the pain everytime you hurt me, it was okay, I said.

And it was okay, really. Because from that moment, you kept your promise. 

You let me in.

Today I called you again.

One, 

Two,

Three.

It took you three rings to pick up, just like the way I grew fond to.

'Hey. I love you,' I greeted you.

I really really did.

'I love you too, dork,' you replied, giggling. 'I love you.' 

I love your flaws more than your perfections.

. . .

And this is the end of Bittersweet. I really don't know if I like how it turned out, but I did really enjoy writing it. If you don't like this happy, sappy ending––there's the door. This is my story, and my happy ending. But if you did like it, thank you so much and I love you. I guess I'm sad this story's finished now, but now I have more time to focus on other projects. Thank you so much for the support and reads and votes and comments. This story has now already reached the 2.5k and I'm so glad. I love you. 

xx, Alaska.