This story was inspired by the summary for another story. I hope you all like it. It was unbetaed, so it may not be the best.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare.
She wanted to tell him that she that she was suffocating without him, and he wanted to tell her he missed the way she smelled, and the way she looked in the mornings.
He wanted to tell her that he missed her desperately, and he didn't know if he could live without her, but knew that he had to try. She wanted to tell him that every love song played on the radio reminded her of their time together.
She wanted to tell him that she cried herself to sleep every night on his pillow. He wanted to tell her that her pillow still smelt like her, because he could never bring himself to wash it.
He wanted to tell her that he never brought the girls back to his apartment, because he didn't want to have sex with anyone where he made love to her. She wanted to tell him that even her new boyfriend couldn't love her like he could.
She wanted to tell him that when she went to the club, all she remembered was meeting him. He wanted to tell her that when he went to the club, he always looked for her red hair.
He wanted to tell her that he never had a real relationship after her because he was scared of forgetting her. She wanted to tell him that she still saw flashes of gold out of the corner of her eye, but it was never him.
She knew that if she ever saw him again, she would scream at him for leaving. He knew that if he ever saw her again, he would scream at her for moving on.
When they ran into each other outside of the coffee shop, none of that happened. She spilled her coffee on him, and all she did was apologize. All he did was stare at her in shock.
That night, they went back to his place, and she saw how little it had changed. And when they went into his bedroom, she knew he'd never brought himself to get rid of the things she left there.
When she finally decided to tell him about her boyfriend, she invited him over for dinner. She made his favourite, and he smiled because after so long, she still knew him better than he knew himself.
She was crying too soon into the conversation, and he knew something was wrong. She finally hiccupped out the truth...and he cried with her.
He told her he never forgave himself for running out on her. She told him she never forgave herself for not coming after him.
That night, she called her boyfriend. That night, he called his latest one night stand.
He told her about the girls. She told him about her now ex boyfriend. They told each other how it was never the same.
She told him that she thought of him when she woke up, and made her breakfast. He told her about how he remembered bringing her breakfast in bed.
He told her that he would never let her go again. She told him that she wouldn't let him.
So...how was it? I know it was kind of weird, and I never really identified the characters, but...
Let me know if you want a sequel, prequel, or another chapter.
Thanks!
Love,
Blaze