Alex walks off, leaving me alone with Ben.
"Hey, listen, we should talk. I didn't mean to yell. I don't know what happened," he says once he catches up with me, "it made me so angry that someone-that he, would..."
His words trail off in my mind as I think.
Then it hits me, what Alex was talking about when she said that Ben was just trying to protect me. All perfect loves have their flaws, and Ben thought he was doing the right thing. He was doing the right thing. Even if he took it on a little harshly, he meant well.
I put my finger on his lip, his words stop, and I slowly move it down towards his chin.
"Shhh," I say.
I kiss him softly, putting my hands on his head to make it last longer.
"I'm sorry I overreacted," I whisper.
"Don't be." He looks me in the eye. "I'm sorry I overreacted," he says.
"It's ok."
"No it's not. I shouldn't have gotten that mad and I shouldn't have yelled, at least not at you. I just hate to see you in pain."
"He didn't mean it,"
Luke didn't mean it...he was just drunk. I've been telling myself that lately, I don't know why I'm trying to protect him.
"That doesn't matter. He still hurt you."
We walk over to the park bench and sit down.
