When Rayne Falls (Work in Progress)

When Rayne Falls- Chapter Twenty

This chapter isn't as long since I've been doing single perspectives, so I'm doing a double upload! As soon as this is up chapter 21 will follow. It's been a while since I got back in the grove (If you read my message board you'll know what I mean!) so I would really, really appreciate if you guys could comment and vote. It would mean the world to me!

Without further ado, enjoy the newest chapter of WRF <3

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Rayne's POV

The blood drained from my face and my body felt hot, like somebody had poured boiling water into my veins. I stood in Jace's living room alone, where Jace had left me. Is this what it feels like? To be left, to be called selfish by two people you love for the second time in the span of twenty-four hours?

I started walking towards the door, my feet as heavy as lead. I stopped before reaching it.

Jace went after me last time. I couldn't just take his words and walk out. I had to try, I had to prove that he was wrong. I wasn't selfish. I loved harder than anyone else I knew. He was angry, understandably, but I wouldn't just leave. I couldn't.

I turned and walked down the hallway to his room, opening the door slowly. He was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands. He looked up quickly. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

"I know. You don't want me here. But I can't leave, Jace. We're both pissed off, and hurt. But I can't just leave. What about us? You expect us to just go our separate ways and forget the past few months together?" I asked, walking further into his room and kneeling next to him. I rested my hands on his knees and attempted to look into his eyes, but he kept his gaze from meeting mine.

"Jace, please. You're right. I'm an asshole and I'm selfish and I didn't even try to see your side of it. I know you care about me. I'm sorry, just... please don't shut me out. Don't leave me." I finish in a whisper, fear wrapping around my heart, constricting it to a point where I could feel it splintering, destined to break for sure if he didn't forgive me. His eyes finally met mine, and we stared at each other in silence. I could see the emotions running through his mind flickering across his face. He was torn, he was hurt. But I could see a flicker of hope, hope that eased the tightness in my chest, even if just a little bit.

Slowly, he moved his hands from his sides to place them over mine on his knees. I squeezed them gently, the physical contact with him, even something so small, reminding me of the immense, overwhelming affection I had for this person in front of me.

"Rayne, I can't do this again. It's way too early in our relationship to be fighting like this. I don't want anymore fear or jealousy or hurt. This is supposed to be fun and exciting and I know love isn't always like that and I don't expect us to shit rainbows but it shouldn't be like this either." He says, the severity in his face softening, his frown disappearing. I reached up to push his blonde hair off his forehead, and then brought my hand down to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. Our noses brushed, our eyes still locked intently on one another. His gaze was unnerving, but at the same time, I felt a sense of peace. This was going to work. It had to.

Our lips connected, and I vowed to not be the reason he hurt again.

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I left Jace's house not too long after reconciling. I wanted to be around him, but I thought it would do us both some good to not be around each other too much right away, and though unspoken, I knew he felt the same way.

I got home to my mother sitting on the couch, the television playing a soap opera from the 90's. Immediately my heart sank at the thought of having to speak to her after all that had happened the past couple of days.