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A Piece Missing

A Piece Missing

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Dec 26, 2017
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I tried to stop. But I couldn't. There he was, and here I was. Sitting, breathing, consuming each other's space. I was weak when it came to vulnerability. One look in his eyes, and I was a goner. They held something I couldn't explain to you. They were sad, yet angry. His bright, multi-colored eyes were now drowning in the grey that overtook his persona. And worst of all, it was all unexplainably my fault. I caused this. His pain, his misery. " River? Please, I need you to understand," my voice pleaded for him to look my way. He didn't. I took both my hands and softly moved his head up to meet mine. " I'm so fucking sorry. I know I should've been there for you. I left you and I promised you I wouldn't. You deserve the world and I planned on giving you that; I still do." He slowly diverted his eyes to meet mine, but tears soon clouded his vision. Yet, as he sat in front of my very eyes as a complete mess, he was still breathtakingly beautiful. " Corinna, stop apologizing it's okay I'm okay," he weakly croaked once again breaking eye contact. He knew I could easily read him, which was why he refused to look at me. But he didn't have to, I already knew he was lying. It was silent for a few minutes before he spoke again," I'- I'm not hurting because you left me. I'm hurting because you care enough to come back. And that scares me so fucking much because there's nothing I hate more in this world than falling in love with someone who won't ever feel the same way. Y- you'll never love me, and I know that." What had I done? I wanted to fix him, mend his heart, heal his scars. Yet, here I was, making matters only that much worse.
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