The One That Got Away (GIRLXGIRL)

Chapter Twenty-six

Sam's POV

I could taste it, the saltiness of my tears lingering in the sweetness of her lips. The thudding of my heart was slow but the pain was still throbbing as if someone was poking me with a knife. Her teeth pulled on my lower lip and I let out a quavering sigh causing her to stop. Our foreheads rested against each other and our eyes mated. A silence befell us for what felt like years but it had only been seconds when she decided to break it with the three words that always broke me as much as there tore her to pieces.

"I love you," her voice was low and raspy. I closed my eyes for a second, taking what she said in and feeling the words cut through my whole body.

Till now I still didn't understand how she continued to love me when I always left her for Belle.

"Lucy, why, why do you do this to yourself?" I questioned. Her hands fell on my cheeks and her lips met mine again. The kiss was full of emotion, it melted my insides and just as it had started, it ended.

"I'm not the one at fault," she voiced out, "...my heart swells with affection every single time you cross my mind and the worst part is that you never leave my mind. I can't stop myself Samantha, and watching you breaking down infront of me because of Belle doesn't help either."

"Lucy ---"

She cut me, "It's not her fault you say. I'm tired of the blame game, Belle doesn't deserve you because she clearly seems to drop you everytime she promises she'll catch you. Samantha I love you, I love you so much that I'm willing to sacrifice everything for you but I can't, I can't let Belle have you."

I watched her, deeply staring at her without uttering anything. For once I didn't have anything to say. I knew she loved me, I thought I knew that Belle loved me. As much as I hated to admit it, I would always compare her to Belle. As much as I loved her, I would never choose her over Belle. That was the problem, no matter how much love she'd given me I could never love Belle less and love her more.

"You don't have a choice Lucy," I whispered averting my eyes from her soul seeking deep stare. I locked my eyes on her lampstand instead, "I've loved Isabelle since the first time my eyes fell on her. I never stopped loving her and I never will."

"But she hurt you, broke you, messed you up. She did a whole lot of damage to your heart. But I'm here, willing to stitch it up, to love and care for you, I love you Samantha."

"I know," and suddenly the tears rolled from my eyes again. This time I wasn't crying because Belle treated me like an outcast at the hospital, I wasn't crying because there was a possibility that it would take months for Belle to actually recognise me again, or because I was exhausted due to the past few months being totally drenching to my soul and cruel to my heart but I was crying because I knew what I was doing to Lucy. Leading her on, not letting her have me, tearing her heart apart and fucking her up. I knew what being hurt felt like but I was doing it to her, I was hurting her.

"Hey," her voice was calm and soothing. Her soft hands caressed my cheeks and she gently pulled my face to hers, "...don't cry Sam. It's okay."

"No it's not."

"It's not your fault Samantha, I'm sorry I shouldn't force you to love me. I'm so sorry that I feel this way and that I can't accept the fact that you belong to someone else. I know it's selfish of me to deny you happiness. Fine, it's okay. If Belle is your happiness, if it's her that you want then I'm ceasing to stop you from going after her. But I promise, whenever you feel like coming back to me I'll be waiting, I'll wait for you."

"Thank you," I smiled, wiping off my tears.

"Can I have a last kiss?" she asked, shyly biting her lower lip. I pulled her closer to me and placed my lips on hers. It felt good, it was relaxing, passionate and crazily I wished it would last forever.

"I love you," we both murmured after pulling away from the kiss.

"No, I love you," she said again, her thumb swiftly rubbing my tears off my cheek. I held her hand to my face and kept it there on my cheek.

"I do love you Lucy, don't think I don't. Circumstances just don't allow us to be together but if ever there was a way to, I would gladly be with you."

"I understand."

"Do you really?"

"I'm trying my best to."

"Lucy ---"

"I'm serious," she grinned, "See, everything is okay. Come on, let's go downstairs so that I can prepare something for you to eat. I don't want you to die of hunger."

She chuckled lightly as she got off the bed. I did the same, lifting myself off the bed cause honestly I was really hungry. She outstretched her hand out for me to hold but I declined thinking of something much more fun.

"Piggy back ride," I pleaded.

"No freaking way," she shook her head, pretending as if she didn't want to do it. I gave her my best puppy eyes and pouted oh so sweetly that I got awarded by a very beautiful smile from her.

"Pretty, pretty, please. Just this once," I begged again. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Why do you have to look so cute and make me weak at the knees all the damn time," she complained, turning her back to me and motioning that I ride on it. I smiled in triumph and wasted no time.

"Thank you boo," I kissed her nape and she left, going downstairs, heading to the kitchen. She'd made me feel better and I wished I had all the right words to let her know how much I appreciated that.