Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 183
“That’s exactly why I left!” He took a
deep, shaky breath and furiously
wiped his tears with the back of his
hand. “I knew you would have
stayed, that you would never leave,
even if I tell you to.”
“What else would I have done?” I
snapped.
We both paused at my outburst. We
both stood there, looking at each
other’s tear-streaked face, feeling
like we were breaking in a tiny
million pieces with every ragged
breath.
It felt as though all the layers we
put around ourselves were
unraveling and we were spinning
back to the night he ended
everything between us. After all the
steps we’d taken, we wound up
here and it was cruel to think of all
the time we wasted travelling away
from each other only to find
ourselves rooted in this moment.
We both stood there in the cold
night air, staring at each other as
we let all the words we’d said and
even the ones we hadn’t to sink in.
When he spoke again, his voice
was nothing but a slight murmur.
“I can’t let you go through the
same thing twice.”
“That’s not your choice,” I said.
“You know that was never your
choice.”
“You don’t deserve to go through
this again,” he said. “If I knew,
eight years ago, that I would end
up like this, I never would have
wanted to be a part of your life.”
“But you are a part of it now,” I
snapped, “and I wouldn’t have it
any other way.”
He blinked thrice and looked up,
pinching the bridge of his nose in
an attempt to stop the tears from
falling.
Eight years ago, he was the boy
who helped get over my father’s
death. Now, he was the guy who
broke my heart just so I wouldn’t
have to deal with the same pain
again. He was the guy who broke
his own heart more than he had
broken mine when he said the
words “I think we should break
up.”
I swallowed back a sob and tried to
be stronger, to be that girl who
didn’t need to be protected from
this, and I knew it wouldn’t be easy,
but I didn’t care.
I took his hands in mine, covering
his cold fingers with my cold
fingers, wishing his broken heart
would sense my broken heart,
letting his tears and my tears fall in
the same place.
“You’ll get better,” I whispered to
him. “Tell me you’ll get better.”
“Kyla, I can’t….”
“Tell me you’ll get better.”
He let out a strangled noise and the
sound was so overwhelmin I had
to swallow back a sob of my own.
Before I knew it, I was already
rising on my tiptoes, softly
murmuring, “Who said you would
never be that guy again?”
Then I pressed my lips against his.
—
Cedric kissed me back.
He pulled me closer as he brought
his hands to my face.
Our lips moved slowly at first,
gently, and I could taste his tears
and feel his fears, and everything
that ever happened between us
became irrelevant.
I let one hand rest on his
collarbone and the other sought
out a familiar spot at the back of
his neck. He took in a sharp breath
at the contact, and I knew he must
thought back to all those times I’d
placed my hand there.
The kiss grew deeper as he buried
his hands in my hair. He let his
fingertips trail lightly against my
scalp and I felt the goosebumps
rise at the back of my neck. Our
tongues met, moving tentatively at
first before settling into a dance
that we both knew by heart.
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