A Silhouette and Maybe More

Back Together

Who stood before me took my breath away. His face was easy to read, unlike how it used to be. That longer-than-usual puff of hair peeking out of his hood that is still covered his head. That half smirk made its appearance, one of the features I always did admittedly like but never mentioned. We stood there looking at each other for a solid minute before anyone of us made the first move; he did.

He stared down at his shoes before hesitantly pulling his hood, pulling the shadows away from his face like he was finally revealing himself. I closed my mouth eventually after I realised that it was getting too dry out of awe. I furiously blinked trying to hold back the tears building up, but no matter how hard I tried they came flowing down my face anyway.

For now, I forgot about the thought of how completely abandoned I felt after he left me, I was too overwhelmed to be thinking about anything else other than that Dan was here, standing in front of me, alive.

We closed the gap between each other as our bodies collided in the most heart warming hug I had ever felt, it actually meant something. It wasn't just a quick 'good to see you' hug, it was a hug that made you forget everything around you, it stopped time.

"I have missed you so much." He mumbled against my ear, his voice cracking mid-sentence. This was genuine. We pulled apart and stared into each other's eyes longingly after so long, and became lost within them. I had no words, nothing could actually compare to how I was feeling right now. Before too long, he cradled my face within his hands and, finally, that moment that I had been dying for arrived. His soft lips gently pressed against mine. The only reason I pulled away after a while was because I was drowning in my own tears, and my body wouldn't cooperate with me properly.

We both took a seat after calming down. Now the serious tension began to creep into the souls of his eyes when he cleared his throat and turned to face me. I had a feeling that what he was going to say to me was something related to our past. Of course it was, what else would we talk about?

"It's so good to finally see you again, you don't know how long I've been waiting to see you and talk to you. I understand how hard things have been for you and I can only apologise for my stupid actions in the past, but trust me, they were all for a reason."

"You lied to me, I thought you were dead. Do you know how much that scared the shit out of me?" I backfired, suddenly having a change of attitude. He only sighed and rubbed his face, drowning in his own guilt.

"I know, I know and I am deeply sorry. I wish I had a choice, if I did then everything would be different, but I didn't Amelia. Please just listen to what I have to say." He pleaded. I couldn't resist his pitiful eyes and succumbed his plead for understanding.

"After you left, I couldn't live with myself knowing that I had possibly put your life in danger. And that text you sent me...God I just panicked so much. I...I packed everything and left the house and fled. I thought what I did was for the best." He sighed again, averting his eyes from my judgemental gaze.

"I was told you were dead. That there was a car crash and you had burned with it." Even talking about it made the lump in my throat unbearably tolerable.

"I...I had to escape the police, I didn't deliberately crash the car. I was just lucky enough to survive and crawl my way out into the field where I hid."

I thought back to the moment when I found out that he had died. I was utterly heartbroken. If only I'd known that he was still alive, weeks of stress would've been tucked away in the back of my mind and not an obstacle to overcome.

"Do you regret it?" I mumbled, reluctant to ask.

"Of course I do! Amelia I never stopped loving you. I never - not even for one second - stopped thinking about you. Do you know hard it was for me to hide myself from you? How hard it was for me to see your face and to hold myself back from you? Even talking to you right now is a massive risk but I can't deal with it anymore...I just had to. I am so sorry Amelia. I really am." He broke, creating a river in his tears, the bags under his eyes - a symbol of his hardship over the past year. He made it clear that what he felt towards me was permanent, not like how I thought it was when he decided to set me free. Of course I felt the same, but there was a sense of doubt in me, like I needed to trust him all over again. Once again I welcomed him to a hug which he accepted willingly. We remained that way, sitting on the bench in the dark, damp night embracing one another for a sold 3 minutes.

"C'mon I'll take you back to mine."