Into His Love

Nineteen

Isaiah

What the hell? I can't finish my sentence when I see the tears leave her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" I'm a fucking dick. I made her cry.

"I do not want to back inside."

What is with women not using contractions when they're upset? She sounds like my mom right about my now.

"O-okay. We can- What do you want to do?" I'm struggling to find words as Kimberly stands here sobbing in front of me. Kimberly, the strong girl, or as she pretends to be, stands completely vulnerable in front of me, the dickhead who made her cry. With each whimper that escapes her mouth, I take another blow to my chest. I can't stand seeing her like this.

"God. I just need to clear my head and get fresh air. I want to get my mind off everything. T-that's all I want. Just to get my mind off everything." Her cries are louder now. If she wasn't crying, I'd point out the fact that we're outside just to make a joke but considering her mental state right now, I don't think she'd find it funny.

"And I probably look like a fucking lunatic standing outside of a library crying about this.....I don't even know why I'm crying!" She rambles. I don't think I've ever heard her cuss before but it's hella sexy the way her soft voice contrasts the aggression of her words.

I pull her to my chest and hold her tightly, waiting for her sobs to stop before saying anything. She buries her head in my chest and a sigh of relief maybe, leaves her.

"You don't look like a lunatic. You're hurting and confused and I understand." I say into her hair. She nods and wraps her arms around me.

I know what it feels like to feel as if your whole world is falling apart. I know what its like to feel as though no one understands and no one should feel that way.

"Let me take you somewhere." I say after a few seconds of silence. I have to find a way to make her feel better. And I know just the place to start.

    "What?" She looks up at me, abruptly removing her arms from my waist.

    "Let me take you somewhere," I repeat.

    "We're supposed to be studying." She sighs.

    "Well, that train crashed a long time ago." I tease earning a playful push to my chest. I release her from my embrace and look down at her. "For real though. You'll love it. I promise."

"Promise is a strong word." She swipes her hair from her face.

"I thought that was love?"

"Yeah..that too." She glances at her watch.

     "Come on. What better do you have to do on a school night if you're not studying or at practice?"

"You say that like I don't have a life." She folds her arms in front of her.

"Well.." I shift my mouth from side to side.

"You're a jerk." She smiles. I can see her beginning to crumble under my stare.

    "It'll really clear your head." I tempt her.

    A small smile plays on her lips. "Fine." She gives in.

    "Okay." I grin. "Stay right here and let me get my stuff and we'll take my car."

   "I'm going to go put this in my car." She motions to be he bag on her shoulder.

"Meet me at my car?"

"Yeah." She nods.

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