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Chapter 16

I pulled back, feeling my body tremble. Tears filled my eyes. I had just kissed Rory, willingly. I wanted to kiss him, feel his lips against mine. He looked stunned, but I was the pleasure sparkling in his eyes.

"Rory, I'm so sorry." I whispered, burying by face in his shoulder.

"Whatever for, sweetheart?" He asked, still swaying me gently to the music.

"For everything. I ignored you. I hurt you." I rubbed his shoulder.

"You're here now." He wrapped me in tighter. "That's what matters."

"I'm so confused.." I felt a lump form in my throat.

"Sssh, Kirsten just relax." His tone was comforting. "You've been through a lot."

"I though it impossible to have feelings for two people at once." I held him close. "Am I horrible person?"

"No." He chuckled. "You're human."

"That isn't an excuse." I hissed.

"It's understandable." He said softly.

I bit back a frown. "Let's just drop it."

"Of course." He brushed back my hair from my forehead.

As if on cue, another slow song rolled around, and it sent chills through me.

I can't believe it's over
I watched the whole thing fall
And I never saw the writing that was on the wall
If I'd only knew
The days were slipping past
That the good things never last
That you were crying

"How fitting." I murmured into his neck.

"Listen to the words. Let it speak to you." Rory whispered

Summer turned to winter
And the snow it turned to rain
And the rain turned into tears upon your face
I hardly recognized the girl you are today
And, God, I hope it's not too late
Hmmm... It's not too late
'Cause you are not alone
I'm always there with you
And we'll get lost together
'Til the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When your world's crashing down
And you can't bear the thought
I said, babe, you're not lost

"Oh Rory." Tears brimmed my eyes.

He held my face in his hands. "I didn't mean to make you cry." He kissed my mouth. "Please don't cry." He murmured against my lips, begging me.

I wish I didn't feel pleasure when he kissed me. I wish my heart wasn't begging to snuggle into the warmth of his embrace. "I won't, I promise."

He wiped away the few stray tears. "There's my girl." He smiled.

My heart fluttered seeing him grin. For the rest of the night we stood in the same spot, dancing to every song that came on. I still didn't feel right kissing him, so I told him the affection would have to stop until I got things sorted. But for now, I let him lead me around the dance floor.

Erik's P.O.V.

Call him paranoid, but he needed to see how Kirsten's night was going. She promised she'd be fine, but he couldn't help but see for himself. For the past hour and a half, he sat crouched, on the roof of the high school, peeking through the skylight. Kirsten looked so beautiful when she came in, a petite, blonde girl at her side. She didn't noticed how many heads she turned. He loved watching her smile and laugh with her friends. He wished he had had that experience. Anger ripped through him when the boy came an sat next to her and gripped her hand. HE WAS TOUCHING HER. Erik's heart sank when Rolando or whoever pulled Kirsten out onto the dance floor. It was a harmless dance, wasn't it? He gasped when her lips touched the boy's. The lips that Erik had claimed. The tears feel unwillingly in steady streams, dripping off the mask and irritating the ravaged skin beneath. It was a reminder that no one could truly love him. No one would ever love him. He was only fooling himself, fulfilling a silly fantasy.

"He was bound to love you." He whispered to the cold night air.

He wandered to the end of the roof and looked down. Maybe it wouldn't hurt that much if he slipped and was gone. He would be done, away from the world and away from the hurt that was tearing him apart.

Kirsten's P.O.V

When I turned home, I quickly showered and changed into my comfortable flannel pajamas. I glanced at my phone on my way out of the bathroom, seeing I had missed a call and had received a voicemail. My heart lept into my throat as I saw it was Erik. With a shaking finger I hit the button to listen to it.

"Kirsten, I hope you have fun tonight. You looked beautiful as you always do. I've... decided that we need to part ways. The moments I've shared with you will always be the best of my life." The warmth of his voice tore at my heart. "Our relationship will never work. I thank you for the affection and love you've shown me. I will be forever grateful, but I am a selfish man to force you to live the life I have lead. You deserve so much more. I hope you find happiness with a man that is worthy of you. Do not call me back, please don't contact me. This will be easier for both of us. I love you."

Cold numbness filled me. I brought this to him, a man who had already lived a life of loneliness. I was the monster.

Sorry about the short chapter, been busy with the other fic and South Pacific rehearsals. I do not own She or Lost by Michael Buble. REVIEW PLEASE AND CHECK OUT MY FIC, Bond, Uncle Bond.