In the End
It's all over. It's been three months since the whole charade involving me, Faith, and Cruz was brought to an abrupt end with Cruz heading to prison for the next some odd years. I couldn't tell you exactly how many years because I didn't have time to go to her trial because I had more important things to do, like begging for forgiveness from Faith. Every attempt I have made has been to no avail; the door is always slamming in my face, the phone is always hanging up as soon as I get a word out of my mouth. I honestly don't know what to do anymore. I've lost the one person I really love and it's killing me and she just doesn't seem to care.
The day the truth was revealed about the whole undercover operation was the day that Faith stopped speaking to me, other than the one tirade of condemning me for being an unforgivable bastard. She gave me no time to respond before slapping the hell out of me and turning on her heels to storm out of the locker room. I didn't try to follow. My experience with Faith told me to wait it out a couple of days before trying to talk to her about anything. However, I forgot that the past experience wasn't relevant to the present situation because sex and love had since come into the equation. Not going after her was mistake number two, the first mistake being the lying about the undercover operation.
The reason I lied and chose to keep Faith in the dark was so she wouldn't be in danger from Cruz. I had always thought of Faith as being an invulnerable woman because I had seen her go through so many hardships without breaking so I thought she could handle this but I guess I was wrong and now she is planning to move 3,000 miles away to get on with her life. The love she felt for me made her vulnerable and I used that against her by stringing her along for the purpose of an ulterior motive. I've strung along a lot of women in my life and I am not proud of it, but I never was affected by their feelings. I guess being in love with Faith also made me vulnerable.
I've never been good in dealing with emotional women nor have I cared to try, but with Faith I am bound and determined to try like hell. That's why I am sitting here outside her apartment door waiting for her to get home in order to make her listen to me. I know I am probably going to earn another tirade and bruised cheek but those costs are insignificant to the cost of the big picture, getting Faith back. I hear faint steps coming up the stairs and I can feel that it is Faith. My heart is starting to pound and beads of sweat are starting to form, I am not used to trying to win back women. This is it, my last chance to redeem myself in Faith's eyes and keep her from leaving. I hear the last steps as they hit the landing and the sharp intake of breath that confirms it's Faith and she sees has undoubtedly noticed me. Here goes nothing.