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CHAPTER 14
She stood outside of his apartment building one evening. She had drove all the way to his apartment which was across town from where she lived. After a few minutes of doubt and guilt, she decided it was time to face the music and went inside the building.
She only had to knock twice on his door before it was opened and Chris greeted her with a smile. "Hey, how are you, honey? Come in."
Once inside, he pulled her into a hug and kissed her softly on the lips.
"I'm good. You busy?" she asked when they pulled away. They walked hand in hand to the kitchen.
"Just finishing off my thesis but I wanted to take a short break anyway." He opened the refrigerator and took a peek inside. "You hungry? I can make you a sandwich if you want. I don't have much, honey, but –"
"Christopher…we need to talk."
He lifted his head out of the fridge and looked at her. Lindsay never called him by his full name unless they were having some serious discussion. Or argument. She walked over to the kitchen counter and sat on one of the high stools. She motioned with her head for him to take the seat opposite to hers.
She looked sad and there were bags under her eyes. He took her hands and kissed the knuckles.
She broke to tears at his tender gestures. He quickly got up from his seat and pulled her into a bear hug. She buried her face at the crook of his neck and sobbed.
She felt disgusted with herself for what she was about to do. This was the guy that knew everything about her; her disgusting habits, her allergy to lobster, her ticklish and erogenous spots.
He was the first boy she had ever kissed; 6th grade at the playground, behind the swing.
She had lost her virginity to him; prom night, senior year. It had been beautiful. .
He had been there for her when her parents got divorced after 18 years of marriage. She had no brothers or sisters. Christopher was all she had.
She loved him.
But she loved Derek more.
She pulled away from his embrace when her tears subsided and wiped her stained cheeks with the back of her hands. She looked at him and he smiled. But the concern in his eyes was evident.
She trailed her index fingers across his face; his eyebrows, his nose, the dimple on his left cheek, his lips, the cleft on his chin that she loved so much.
She stared into his delicious hazel eyes which always filled with unconditional love everytime he looked at her. She bit back a sob but she could feel her chin tremble as fresh tears started to block her vision again.
She raked her fingers through his chestnut hair. She knew this is what she would miss the most, the feel of his luscious hair around her fingers.
She could spend hours curled up on the couch with him, doing just that, while he watched NBA on TV. She would rest her head on his shoulder and play with his hair curled up at the nape of his neck. He would occasionally bend down to kiss her nose and forehead.
"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked.
His question brought her back to the present and she let out a shaky breath.
"Let's end this," she said softly.