Fading Away

Chapter Thirteen

   I've realized in life, we go down three paths. The bad path, the ors, and the good path.

  The bad path will lead you down to something that you'll probably regret forever. It'll lead you to having all these negative emotions you thought you'd never feel.

    Now the ors, is when your just stuck in the middle. You don't know where you're going or how you're going to get there, you're just lost and unsure. Somewhere I'm at.

    The good path....well I'm not so sure where that'll lead someone to, but I know it's a path full of pure happiness.

    I wanna get there. I wanna get on the good path and find myself again. I wanna find who I once was before.

    I was avoiding Evan for the past three days now because of the kiss. I told myself I wouldn't let the kiss get to me but it did.

   I wanted to feel his lips on mine again. At the same time, I don't want it to happen again. He probably pities me because he saw me break down. I'll just have to stay away from him.

    I went downstairs and entered the kitchen. My eyes met his dark pools and got lost in them. He gave me a smirk and I shook my head and walked past him.

   Before I could reach the sink, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to look at him. I lowered my head down not wanting to look him in the eyes. He lifted my chin and forced me to look at him. His grip on my arm was tight, like he knew I would try to run away.

   "Mila, look at me. Please." his voice grew impatient and made me look up at him slowly. "Why have you been avoiding me? Huh?" "Can we please not talk about

this right now?" I said clenching my jaw.

  "Then when do you wanna talk about this Mila? Because I am sick and tired of not being able to talk to you. It's ridiculous. What, is this about the kiss? I thought you said it meant nothing to you. Huh?" he said get angry.

  "It doesn't." I lied too quickly. "Then why do you keep avoiding me?" he spoke louder. I struggled to get out of his grip. I guess he realized what I was trying to do, because I was now cornered into the counter. Both of his hands were at the side of my waist. "Evan, move." I looked at him and grew angry.

   "You're not going anywhere until you explain." he said almost as a whisper.

  "Okay, fine. You wanna know why? Here's why. I like you Evan. That kiss made me felt completely right. I like you as much as you like me. The thing is, I don't know if I can do this again. The last guy I dated abused me. I don't know if I can trust you. The fact that your a ghost, scares me enough." I breathed.

   His eyes softened and came closer to me, almost pressing our bodies together. He stroked the side of my cheek and whispered, "Mila, I would never do that to you. I care about you too much. You don't have to be afraid. I'm always going to be here for you. I don't wanna see you unhappy. Remember what I told you? I want you to be happy, I want your cheeks to hurt when you smile. I want you to know that there's still hope and that I know some part of you still cares. I know I'm partially a ghost, but I'm also still human and I still feel the same way I feel about you now. I'll just wait." he gave me a reassuring smile.

    I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I nuzzled my nose into the crook of neck and took a deep breath.

   He kissed my temple and chuckled lowly. "You don't know how special you are Mila."

   Evan was right. Part of me still cares about everything around me. I want to believe there's still hope.

   I trust him. I truly do trust Evan Miller. I just wish he trusted me enough to tell me what happened to him to get him in this great big mess. 

   Evan was still alive, he just wasn't living.