Life in Vegas || Brendon Urie

Chapter 13

Brendon's POV

"She just didn't love me like you did, Kendall," I sighed.

I finished my speech and let the weight fall off my shoulder. The sick feeling that had plagued me since we broke up was subsiding, and I felt as if my head was finally above water.

"Like I do," she said in a small voice. I felt my heart speed up. She still loves me?

"You do?" I asked, bewildered that she would even care for me now.

"Yes," she deadpanned, as if to say of course, you idiot.

"How? After all of that, how can you?"

Kendall met my gaze. "Because you don't stop loving someone because they made a mistake. You wait, and then you love them through it. I loved you through all of this. And it hurt, but I won't say that I regret it, because here we are."

Then, just as quick as my heart had sped up, it stopped. I cast my eyes downward after her first sentence. This whole conversation had my emotions running high for obvious reasons, but she had just piqued them so easily with her words. Her beautiful, silky words.

All at once, my sadness, anger, discontent and loneliness collided, and my dam broke. Tears spilled from my eyes, down my cheeks, and dropped onto her comforter. I couldn't look at her for a second, but when I did, I saw panic written on her face. She was taking my display of emotion the wrong way.

"Why are you crying?" She asked, obviously trying to figure out where she went wrong.

I let out a laugh. "I don't really know. I feel overwhelmed."

Kendall gave me a kind smile and waited patiently as I regained my composure. But I knew that being "overwhelmed" wasn't the reason I had finally cried. It was because I missed her and I loved her so much, but I had figured that after my actions, I would lose her. And hearing Kendall reassure me so confidently that she loves me only reassured me that I don't deserve her at all.

"I miss you," I choked out.

"I miss you too. But I'm unsure of all of this."

I froze. "What do you mean? You don't want to get back together?"

"No - yes, I do want to get back together. That's all I want. I want to fix things," she said, rushed. "I'm just scared to get too close now. What you did really hurt me, if I'm being honest. I'm not trying to force things back up and make you feel bad, but you need to know that my hesitancy isn't me rejecting you, and sorry is only a small bandage to rather deep wounds, Brendon."

"I know," I sighed. "I know I hurt you. I fucked up. But I just need this one chance to love you better this time. Please, Kendall. I really do need you."

I was well aware of how pathetic I sounded and probably looked, but I was past the point of caring. I needed her to know that she's the only one who matters to me.

Her face fell to a soft expression as she watched me. Graciously, she held her arms out to me and I wasted no time entering them. As I lied, snuggled into her grasp, I felt somewhat childish, but comforted. Something about the way she held me, whether lying down or simply hugging, was secure and always loving.

We lied like that for a while. Our minds at ease, our hearts content.

"So you're not at prom?" Kendall asked after a while.

"No," I snorted. "Anna went with some football player."

Kendall sighed. "Fuck Anna."

"I agree."