kathleen

fallout

kathleen's pov:
"and besides, how could i forget you?," he said. my heart started pounding. what did he mean, he couldn't forget what i had done, or our whole relationship?
"i'm sorry," i confessed, my words hanging from the night sky, suspended in the air.
"sorry for what?" van replied, running a hand through his hair, with a puzzled stare.
"for everything. for that."
"yeah, well, me n all," he spoke, eyes fixated on the ground as if he couldn't look at me. i feel my eyes start to well up with tears, and my vision blurs. a tear escapes my eye and stains my cheek.
"ey, ey, don't get upset," van says, softly. "ere," he hands me a tissue, and i wipe my eyes and try to calm down. we stand, in silence again, for a good twenty minutes, although it felt like twenty hours. this silence was painful. not comfortable, like before.

van's pov:
seeing her cry broke me. just as it did every time. i just wanted to hug her. to hold her. let her know it was all going to be okay. but i couldn't. we stood in silence after that. a long silence. a deafening silence. that was until, her taxi turned up. my heart sunk into my chest. was i going to just let her go, even though i had missed her so very much, to the point where i couldn't sleep at times? but if i was with her, would she just hurt me again like she did last time? my head and my heart are in complete disagreement. "bye van." she says, sounding like she's about to break down.
"kathleen,"
she turns around. time stops. i can't help but admire how beautiful she looks. more beautiful than when i had left.
"wait," i say, my voice shaky. "i can't let you go." i confess, feeling vulnerable.
"what?" she looks confused, but her eyes almost glint with a sense of hope that i recognise.
"let's have a walk, and talk things out, just me n you" i say, praying that she agrees.
"um, sure, ok," she replies, me letting out a metaphorical sigh of relief. she turns to the taxi driver and says "nevermind." we start walking, side by side.