The Beautiful & Damned

26 - Wanting

wanting - /ˈwɒntɪŋ/
not existing; absent

Gerald's Point Of View
I was sitting on the balcony of my apartment, circling the glass in my hand around, watching drops of whiskey splash left and right. Ashley-Diana was sitting next to me, eyes still a little red from crying. It hurt my everything seeing her like that. Her legs were pulled up, arms wrapped around them, her chin resting on her knees. She was staring at some point in the ocean, far away.

"Baby, please believe me." I said again. For the past 30 minutes we've just been sitting there saying nothing; well, she was. I tried to explain everything.

Finally she turned her head, looking at me. My heart was breaking, just thinking of how she felt when she saw Devon kiss me. She probably thinks I cheated on her but the truth couldn't be further from it.
"Why do you even care about her?" She quietly asked.

"I don't." I told her and it was true.

"Then why help her? They've all probably been planning this... us arguing, possibly even ending things.." She said.

"Hey hey... no one's ending anything. You hear me? I don't care what they got planned, what they want... I only care about what you want. And I know I want you, so please, no endings." I said.

"I know, I don't wanna break up or anything." She assured. "You just can't be so nice all the time, they're all just using you, those girls." She told me what I already knew.

"I know baby, I told you; I've seen it all. I just couldn't leave her there, she was gonna throw up and pass out." I explained. "As far as I'm concerned, it could be anyone. Could be that Travis asshole or Marty... I just can't walk past that and ignore it." I gently put my palm on her cheek, caressing it.
"I'm sorry baby."

She shifted, turned around to face me. "No, you're right." She said.
"It was very nice of you and I love that you're always ready to help others in need, I just... when I saw her kiss you, I swear I could leave her there on the floor, hoping she'd choke on her own vomit."

I chuckled and pulled her closer, she leaned on me, her head on my chest.
"I know, I totally understand, just trust me, there's nothing you have to worry about, you're mine and I'm not planning on changing that."

"Yeah, I know, sorry I overreacted, bad memories, that's all." She wrapped her hands around me, pressing a small kiss on my chest.

"It's okay, just don't leave me." I mumbled.

"More like, you don't leave me." She replied.

"No worries there baby." I kissed the top of her head.
No way in hell would I ever let this girl go, most likely I'll die with her.

⭐️

I woke up the next day, seeing cutie was still sleeping, so I quietly got up and left her rest a little longer. I made some coffee and replied to Marty's text when an unknown number called. I picked up, lighting up a cigarette.

"Gerald?" Said a voice I did not want to hear in that moment. Or ever again if I had to choose.

"Devon? What the... what do you want?" I tried to sound less annoyed.