I was aware of the fact that Marco was waiting for me outside. He could intervene, but he knew I needed to handle Preston on my own. He may had hurt me when he left me, but I wasn't going to let him hurt me again. Whatever he wanted to tell me won't affect me as much as it would have shortly after our break up.
"What do you want me to say?". I was determined to let him pour his heart out, to get closure. We both needed closure.
He hesitated "Tell me you want us back together.." He closed his eyes, as if searching for what to say. he continued, his head facing the ceiling "Tell me you need me, that you miss me, tell me you can't be happy without me," . He opened his eyes, looking right into mine "Tell me you want me. Because, Cam, I want you."
My heart jumped at his words.
He sounded serious and scared at the same time. Scared I wouldn't feel the same way about him. But the thing was, I did miss him. I didn't feel like myself since he moved away, like I missed the one part of me that accomplished me. He always made me happy. There wasn't a day I didn't smile because of him, not a single day I didn't feel fulfilled, completed, at ease.
I hated him for that. For meaning so much to me. If I was that important to him, then why did he have to break up with me? It didn't make much sense, and that's probably because he didn't mean what he just said. I wasn't going to fall for his act, and he understood that when he noticed my face going hard. I crossed my arms, hiding the fact that my heart was beating so fast, it would jump out of it's place and right into his hands. I wasn't intending to hurt him, but I wasn't going to give in as well.
"Listen. You hurt me once and I'm sure as hell won't make the same mistake and let you back into my heart to hurt me again. Because guess what, Preston, I may seem weak, and honestly, sometimes I feel like it, but when I sense the need to be tough, for myself, I will be tough. And right now, standing in front of you, having every single part of me telling me to jump into your arms, I'll be strong enough and say no. Preston, I won't need you and I won't want us back together." . He seemed confused, his hands in his pockets and eyes fixed on the ground. He didn't respond, so I continued, my face softening:
"I love you Preston. You know I do. It's just... I'm not ready for you to break me for good." I finished. I wasn't scared to tell him my feelings. I felt fierce, unstoppable.
He looked back up, all emotions displaying hurt vanished.
"At least I know you still feel the same as I do." He replied so quietly, I barely heard him. He looked down again and slowly left my house. When he arrived at the front door, he stopped and turned around:
"Cam?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm not sorry for kissing you earlier."
"Me too."
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Somewhere Between Florida And Heaven
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