Love Isn't Always A Fairy Tale {Teacher/Student Romance}

Chapter 27- Kiss and Heartbreak

I feel my blood run cold as he takes a step closer to me. Instinctively I take a step back. He sees it and stops, frowning. He looks down, shaking his head slowly. When he looks back up, pain on his face. I stand there frozen. Pain, he actually looks upset.

“I done that didn’t I?” He asks, and I look at him confused.

“You’ve done what?” I ask, confused.

“This,” He says, motioning between us. “This space between us, the fear that I can see in your eyes. I put that there.”

“Yes you did.” I tell him, honestly. I keep looking towards the door. Trying to find a way out. The next words out of Dylan’s mouth cause me to stop.

“I’m sorry, Skylar. I’m so sorry.” He tells me. I look at him.

“Excuse me?” I question, making sure I heard him right.

“I’m sorry.” He tells me, and I stare at him.

“You’re sorry? So now you’re sorry? Were you sorry when you were beating me? Or cheating on me? Or when you tried to rape me? Were you sorry then? Sorry doesn’t cut it, Dylan.” I yell at him. He looks down at the ground, and when he looks up there are tears in his eyes.

“I know. I know I hurt you. I done things I should have never done. I put the drugs, the beer, and other women before you. I didn’t treat you the way you should have been treated. I regret everything I have ever done to you. I got help. I’ve been clean for 6 months now.” He tells me, and I just stare at him. I can’t form words. My head is spinning. The man standing in front of me isn’t the same man. That I know. He’s different. His clothes are different, his hair while still blonde and messy is different, everything about him is different, but he’s still Dylan.

“I’m glad, Dylan I really am. I’m proud of you, but why are you here?” I ask him, looking down at the floor. I hear his footsteps as they draw closer, and this time I don’t move away.

“I came to see you. I needed to see you.” He tells me his voice quiet.

“Why?” I ask him, my voice barely a whisper.

“I need to ask you something.” He tells me, and I finally bring myself to look up at him.

“What?”

“I need to ask you to forgive me.” My eyes go wide, and he holds up his hands, “I know that I’m asking a lot. I know that I hurt you. I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m here to ask you for it. Can you forgive me?” I feel my head spinning as I think about what he’s asking. Can I forgive him? It’s a question I have asked myself a million times, and I still don’t know the answer.

“I don’t know Dylan. Do you know what you’re asking? Do you know how bad you hurt me? How you made me feel?” I ask, feeling the tears beginning to form.

“Yes I do know.” He tells me quietly.

“And yet you still came to ask for forgiveness?” I ask and he nods his head. “Why?” He looks up at me, and I see a small smile on his face.

“Because you are you. You’re the most forgiving person I know. You stood by me, when I didn’t deserve it. After everything I put you through, you stood there beside me. You waited for me to change to open my eyes, and I have.” I look at him, shaking my head. It’s true. IT’s all true. I stood there by him, with blind faith waiting.

“I don’t know what you want. You say you want forgiveness, but the way you talk about the way I waited for you. It makes it sound like you want more.” He looks at me with a look I can’t place.