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Michael turned around to find Owen standing there. His eyes went wide. He turned back to face Nikita. He sarcastically laughed, "Him instead of me?" He pointed a finger at himself.
Nikita swallowed hard.
"Do I have to remind you that this is the same person that assaulted you?" Michael said stepping close to Nikita.
"But he almost did, but he didn't." Nikita was nervous. She was never cut out to be an actress and she was a terrible liar.
"Yes, that's because I was there." Michael gently placed his hand on her chin and tilted her head up to face him. He looked into her eyes. "I'm still here."
"Are you?" Nikita asked in a quiet voice as she looked into his green eyes. She let her vulnerability show for a second. She immediately shook it off. "We can have this conversation some other time, I have to go." She looked at the ground as she brushed past Michael and out the door.
Michael was left standing in Nikita's house, alone. He just watched the love of his life leave with someone else. He was so angry. He marched out to his car and sat in it. He looked at Nikita's apartment and he slammed his head against the steering wheel. "Damn it!" He yelled.
He needed to do something. And he needed to do it now.
Michael was driving to the liquor store. As he was driving all he could think about was what if Nikita brought Owen home? What if he stayed over? Michael was disgusted by the thought of someone else touching Nikita. Someone else kissing the lips he wanted to kiss. He stopped at the store and bought two bottles of vodka. He wasn't go to lose her. He wasn't going to let that happen. He took his alcohol and he drove back to Nikita's house.
Michael glanced at his watch, 7:46 pm.
Michael took his bottles and got out of his car and headed towards Nikita's apartment. He sat down on the curb and opened his first bottle. He took a huge gulp as he tried to numb the pain and erase the thoughts in his mind.
He waited.
Nikita sat across from Owen at a fancy restaurant. They just finished ordering their food and they were waiting. "You look beautiful," Owen said looking at Nikita.
"Thank you."
"Michael seems a bi-"
"Overprotective. I know," Nikita interrupted. Their dishes came and they started eating.
"I'm finally here, on a date with you," Owen chuckled. "After trying everyday."
"Well, I hope it'll be worth it," Nikita laughed.
"It already is," he smiled as he placed a hand on top of Nikita's.
There were paparazzi outside the restaurant flashing pictures every second. It was a bit annoying.
After they finished their meal, Owen paid for the bill. "Do you want to go for a walk? Central Park is really close by," Owen asked.
"Sure," Nikita smiled. They left the restaurant and the photographers started taking pictures. Nikita looked at the ground trying to hide her face. She really didn't want this to be a story, but then she felt Owen slip his hand into hers. Her hand was hesitant; it felt weird to hold some other hand other than Michael's.
It was different.
Owen guided her into the park. There were a few streetlights and it was really peaceful. After 15 minutes of taking a walk through the park, they hauled a cab back to Nikita's apartment.
They got out of the cab and Nikita smiled, "Owen, I had a great time."
"Yeah, me too," Owen smiled back. He looked into Nikita's eyes. He started to lean towards her to kiss her and Nikita was slowly gravitating towards his lips until…
"Nikita!" Michael yelled in an unsteady voice. Nikita immediately turned around to find Michael sitting outside her apartment.
She looked at Michael and raised an eyebrow, then glanced back at Owen. "I should go," Nikita said.
Owen let out a sigh in defeat. "Yeah." He just turned around and left without another word.
Nikita ran over to Michael. She kneeled down in front of him and realized he was really drunk. "Michael," Nikita said. "Michael. What are you doing here?"
"I've been wa-aiting for you."
Nikita looked at him sadly. "How long have you been here?"
"Since 7-7:46," Michael stuttered looking at his watch.
Nikita was surprised. She looked at her phone. It was 12:40 pm. "You've been here for almost 5 hours?"
"I'd wait for-forever for y-ou," Michael quietly chuckled. "But it looks like you moved on pretty fast."
Nikita sighed. "Michael, come on. Let's get you inside."
Michael slowly tried to stand up, but he kept stumbling. He couldn't stand straight. Nikita put her arm around him and helped him into her apartment. He was so close to her. It had been a long couple of days not having her like this. He missed her so much. Michael pressed his face into the top of her head. "I missed you." She helped him into her bedroom and let him rest on her bed. Nikita was about to leave when he said, "Where are you going?"
Their hearts were aching together. They knew they wanted to be together, but why does it have to be so hard? Why does there have to be so much pain?
"You need your rest," Nikita said sitting on the bed next to his head. She was running her hands through his hair and smiling sadly at him.
"I won't be able to get any rest if you're gone." Michael took Nikita's hand that was in his hair and moved it over his lips and kissed it. "P-please don't leave again."
Nikita looked at him sadly with a few tears sparkling in her eyes. She caressed his warm cheek with her hand. "You're the one that left first," she whispered.
"You almost kissed h-im," Michael said. His eyes were completely closed as he talked. "You almost kissed him."
Nikita felt guilt run through her body. She didn't want Michael to see that. She wanted Michael to realize what he had to do to be with her, not make him feel the same pain she felt. She never wanted him to feel that because it was an awful feeling. Like your hearting was ripped out of your chest and repeatedly stomped on and even if you begged it to stop hurting, it wouldn't.
"You don't know how much you mean to me," Michael whispered. His voice was only whispers with his eyes closed. He spoke softly. "You're the first person to make me feel alive. My job has always been working with fake people. People who just used me and left. B-but you. Y-you're real. And I just want to give everything up for you."
Nikita listened carefully to his soft voice. She listened to his voice plead and his pain. She just listened and memorized every word as tears silently streamed down her face. She knew he wouldn't remember anything he said the next day.
"I want to stay with you everywhere you go. I want to wake up in the morning to your face. I want to kiss you all the time. I want to wrap my arms around you and never let go. Just screw everything else, you're all that matters. As long as you're here, I'll be okay. Are you here?"
Nikita sniffled and replied in a quiet muffled whisper, "I'm here." She was sadly smiling at himand caressing his cheek softly with her thumb, while tears were getting caught up in her throat and her eyes were filled with water. His eyes were still shut, but Nikita watched tears roll down the side of his face. Nikita gently wiped the wet tears off his face with her thumb.
"I know that I love you. But if you don't love me, there's nothing I can do. To watch s-someone else do the things I want to do with you, to watch you love someone else, kills me. It hurts. It hurts in here," Michael pointed to his heart. "Nikita, it hurts."
Nikita covered her mouth with her hand because she was crying uncontrollably now. She couldn't stop the tears. They were streaming down like a waterfall. It was a pain to hear him talk like this, especially when he's drunk because she'll remember all of this tomorrow and he won't. She'll be crying about it tomorrow and he wouldn't know why. Her heart was in pain. It hurts too. She's never felt so vulnerable.
"It hurts."
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