The Interview

Mean It

Ellen's POV

I closed my eyes and pulled more into him, more into his strong arms I've been missing so much. I inhaled deeply to fill my lungs with his scent and I didn't dare to exhale as I didn't want it to leave my body. I buried my face into his chest and grabbed him even stronger.

"I missed you so much..." I whispered hoping he didn't hear it but as I felt his arms tighten around me I knew he did but he didn't say anything. I remembered the last time he held me in his arms. And it hurt.

After a moment, he pulled away from me and I was screaming in pain in my head from the loss of his warmth and scent, his arms, his embrace. He grabbed me by my arms and looked into my eyes. I was scared to death of what's coming. I bit my lower lip to stop it from trembling.

"Ellen..." he said my full name. That means it's not going to be nice. I felt the tears forming in my eyes again. I could see a small smirk on his lips. "I brought the breakfast, you remember?" And we both burst out laughing, like the old good days we spent together. However, I stopped smiling and looked at him. I wanted to caress his cheek but I didn't dare to. I wanted to pull him closer to me but I was so afraid to do so.

"El... I know we should talk about everything that had happened, about where we stand, what we will do in our lives, what's ahead of us but... I'm starving and I brought these super chocolate muffins." He winked at me and my heart melted. I was still standing there while he was already gone to his car to bring a blanket and the muffins. All of a sudden, I turned and stopped him.

"Did you mean it?" I shouted at him so he could hear me well. He stopped dead in his step and slowly turned to face me. "What you said... did you mean it?" I realized I was speaking out of context but still couldn't find proper words to express what I wanted to say. My brain was working so hard and I was overthinking everything. He was staring at me, thinking, not knowing what to do. He made few steps towards me and I saw his confused face.

"I... I don't... what?" He tried to catch up but failed. Great, Ellen, you're doing great. I looked down at the ground. I opened my mouth to say it but didn't as I was second guessing my words. But hell... I had nothing to lose anymore. I narrowed and looked straight into his eyes, not scared anymore.

"In that interview, did you mean it when you said you still love me?"