And The Words We Couldn't Speak

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"I don't know what you want me to say, Mikey!" I screamed back at him. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. I sighed and he looked up at me.

"Maybe this is saying something, "he said finally.

"What do you mean?" I asked, locking eyes with him.

"Maybe we aren't supposed to be together after all, "he said harshly.

"Mikey, you don't really think that..."I said slowly.

"Right now, I don't know what to think. My wife just told me that my daughter really knows that she's not mine... And that we should just let my brother be the father that he is, "he hissed. "What would you say to that?"

"I don't know, "I said, giving up.

"Exactly, you don't fucking know!" He spat. "This is just too fucking much for me."

"What are you saying?" I asked quietly, although I knew exactly what he was going to say.

"Maybe we should just end it here, "he said bluntly. I felt a stab in my heart. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"I knew that you should've just left me that day..."I said quietly. He stopped his frustrated pacing and looked at me.

"What are you talking about?" He asked. His tone was suddenly different.

"You should never have picked me up that day. You should've left me there. I knew this was going to mess everything up..."I said quietly. His face suddenly softened.

"You don't think I regret meeting you, do you?" He asked softly.

"Well, lately, it would seem that way, "I muttered. At once, he was at my side.

"No, "he whispered. "I don't regret ever meeting you. I still love you. There is just a lot of stress right now... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel that way." I bit my lip and he looked at the ground.

"I don't know... I can honestly say that I have never been through nor have I ever seen anything like this, "I said quietly. He grabbed my hands and played with my fingers nervously.

"I haven't either..."He said softly. "I don't know. I just feel like you two are meant to be together..."I looked at him, and he continued speaking before I could. "I mean, you guys have a kid together, and Annabelle obviously chose her dad. I just feel like I'm in the way. I've seen you two together. The way he looks at you, and the way you seem so happy with him..."I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. "I'd give anything for us to have that... And, I don't know. I think it'd be best if you two were together, instead of you and me."

"Mikey, "I said finally. "I've told you this... I don't feel for him what I feel for you... You're my best friend, my love, everything. Why would I throw that away?"

"You're not stupid. That's why. Look, Reese, he's smarter, funnier, hotter, more creative, more charming, and braver than I am... He's just short of perfect, "He said softly. I put my hand to his cheek and I searched his eyes.

"He may be just short of perfect, but you're still perfect for me... To me, you're smart, funny, creative, charming, and brave. Let's not forget your sexiness, "I laughed. "Seriously, Mikey, I love you and only you... I hope you know that. Yes, Bella seems to know he's her dad... I know that this'll be hard... But I don't want to lose you."

"You wouldn't be losing me if I was the one telling it'd be easier if we were just friends, Reese..."He said, looking back at the ground.

"That's the problem, "I said quietly. "We aren't just friends... We are so much more than that and you know it!" He looked back up at me and tears lined his eyes.

"I'm sorry, "he said simply. "I'm so sorry."