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Casey sat down on the bench. She was so stupid, so absolutely stupid! How could she be so completely stupid? She should know by now, know that love was just a path to pain. The last time she had thought she was in love it had killed her, literally. She gently pressed her fingers to her lips, she could still feel his lips pressed against hers-she angrily wiped her hand over her mouth trying to erase the taste, the feel of him. Her hand randomly rose to her eyes. She refused to believe that she was crying over a boy, she didn't cry, ever. She didn't love him either, she stated passionately to herself. After all love was just giving your heart to someone so they could stomp on it and she wasn't that gullible, not anymore.
But then what was this horrible feeling in her chest? It wasn't physical pain, it went so much deeper than that. She absently lowered her hand to her heart, as if to make sure that it was still there, still beating. Suddenly she felt like she was dying all over again. Her breath came in short gasps and tears poured from her eyes, she realized then that she wasn't dying, she was heartbroken.
In one day she would never feel snow, never feel grass below her feet, never see Ricky, never kiss him again. She would never feel anything again, she'd be dead.
She curled up on the cold bench but surprisingly she savored the coldness, at least she was feeling something, anything but the pain.

Casey was awake, she was warm and she wondered what happened to the snow, it had felt so good, she had felt it, it was better than feeling other things, things that hurt to much to even think about, let alone feel. She snuggled deeper under the blankets and realized that there were no benches with blankets in the middle of the park.
She sat up and looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, she didn't know where she was, it was an apartment from what she could tell but she wasn't paying much attention, she saw that she was fully clothed and she decided to leave while she was head. She had just opened the door when she was confronted by her rescuer and then she started to feel, confusion, anger and a whole multitude of other things she didn't want to name. She was looking into Ricky's face.
Casey was determined not to endure anymore humiliation, again, because of him. She was leaving no matter what it took. "Hey, Ricky, nice to see you, look I hope you don't mind but I gotta jet-," said Casey going for the door again but he blocked her way.
She glared at him. "Look man, let me go, I got places to go, people to see, you know how it is," she said with a smile, although she avoided looking at him.
"You aren't going anywhere," he said shutting and locking the door and then setting a bag on the coffee on the counter.
"Where-where are we?"
"My place, GG let me have it. Wanna tell me what you were doing?"
"I was leaving!"
"I meant sleeping on a park bench in the middle of winter."
"I-I wasn't sleeping, I just nodded off is all and why would you care? Huh? I'm so pathetic you probably think I should be sleeping in some dumpster or something, I'm a nobody remember?" she said sitting back on the bed.
"I didn't mean it like that, you could have froze to death." He said sitting down in a easy chair.
"Big possibility of that happening," she mumbled. "Like you'd even give a damn anyway." She said finally looking up at him, she saw that he had bandaged his cheek and when he noticed her looking his hand protectively covered it.
Casey was determined not to look at him, not let his eyes pull her into them, not desperately want to kiss him, to repeat her words of love until he was forced to believe them, but she wouldn't, simple pride and dignity stopped her.
"You know what, Ricky? You were right. I do pity you, that's the only reason I said what I said, you were standing there like a lost little puppy ,I mean, what was I supposed to do? Kick you when you're down? It was a momentary lapse on my part, I just didn't have the guts to tell you how messed up your face looked, how disgusting it was," voiced Casey, wanting nothing more than to hurt him as much as he had hurt her, but she immediately regretted her harsh, no cruel words and at that moment she would have gladly gone back to heaven in a second if she could erase them from his mind.
"Ricky, I'm sorry, look, I didn't mean that, I swear," she said, an almost pleading note in her voice, but she knew her words had cut to deep, hurt him to much to be taken away by more words.
"Get out," he said softly.
"Ricky-,"
"I said 'get out'," he said looking at her with those eyes, those soulful brown eyes.
She couldn't leave, she couldn't go back up there knowing she had left things like this, it would eat at her, more than feeling cheated out of life, if she left now she could never have peace.
She stood up but then she knelt down in front of him, what did she have left to lose? In one day it wouldn't matter what she did, what people thought about her. She had nothing more to lose, she had already lost her life, what was more precious than that? She took his hand but he pulled away as if her skin burned him. He then looked down, and she realized that what she said he would never forget but he had hurt her too. She tried to justify that he deserved it but she just couldn't convince herself.
"Ricky, I'm sorry," she said hoping that the tears that were gathering behind her eyes would stay where they were. "Look at me, please," she urged, tilting his face so it was level with hers. She gently started to peel back the bandage that covered the right side of his face. And to her surprise he let her.
It was red and swollen but it had been cleaned some more and it didn't look as bad as it had.
"This isn't what defines you," she whispered. Her thumb brushed his other cheek, and he didn't pull away or tell her to leave, he didn't do anything except look at her. "I love you," she whispered hoping that he could see the truth, that he could feel it. "I loved you before you got cut and I love you now, I wanted you to be the first man I ever made love to, and I still want you to be my first. Why can't you see how much I love you?" she asked absently wiping at a tear on her check. She waited for him to say something, anything.
"Are you still leaving?" he finally asked.
Casey sighed, this was what it boiled down to. In that split second she had one choice, tell him the truth or lie. She didn't want to die, she wanted tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, she wanted time, with him, and if she had to lie to get even a few more moments with him that it was worth it.
"Well, I guess I could hang around for awhile longer," she said with a smile.
He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his neck almost pulling him down on the floor with her, he pulled her up on the chair with him and Casey was lost in the moment, lost in him, in the way he looked at her, in the way he kissed her and touched her. She knew the times was right, the person was right, she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
He picked her up, his lips never leaving hers and gently layed her amidst the warm blankets on the bed. She never dreamed that he could be so gentle, so loving as he made love to her for the first time.