Here it is, the end! Finally.. or not. Um, k so yes, as I said.. the grand finale.. or something to that effect.
"Helga." I froze, mid-carrot-cut, not daring to turn around. I could recognize that voice anywhere, and I couldn't believe I was actually hearing it. "Helga, I need to talk to you." His footsteps got closer and closer until I could feel him standing only a few feet away from me. I closed my eyes and silently wondered if I was possibly dreaming.
I let out a bitter laugh, fighting to keep in the tears that were burning my eyes. "It's funny, the last time you said that you broke up with me. What could you possibly have to say now?"
"Just.. just hear me out, okay?" I nodded. "Do you think you could, um, open your eyes?" I complied, and deliberately stared out the window, at the t.v, down at my hands-anywhere but at him. He sighed, then cleared his throat. "Listen, I've been thinking a lot about.. about us." He laughed a little sarcastically, and I looked over at him for the first time. He looked exactly the same. The only difference was his eyes, that seemed a little too sad. But besides that, he was still the same guy I fell in love with so many years ago.
"How did you get in here?" I asked suddenly.
"What? Oh." He lifted his hand and held up my house key.
"Why didn't you give it back?" It was stupid, I know, but I was trying to have some reason to yell at him.
He shrugged. "You never asked for it."
I rolled my eyes. "So you've been thinking about us?" I asked, more softly and nicely than I had meant for it to be. "I thought there was no us."
"That's exactly it." He did the sarcastic laugh thing again, then pulled a chair up to the counter, making a squeaking sound on the floor as he went. "I've been thinking that I made the biggest mistake of my life before. I regretted it the moment you said we couldn't be friends-"
"Just shut up, ok?" I yelled at him, a little louder than I meant to. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me. So he regretted ever kissing me in the first place? Why didn't he just rip my heart out right then and there, it would've had the same effect. I told him so, too.
"What?" He sounded absolutely incredulous. "I'm trying to fix this!"
"Fix it? How is this fixing? You already destroyed everything, what are you trying to do now, add insult to injury?" I had tears streaming down my cheeks at this point, and everything seemed blurry, but I didn't care.
"What are you talking about?" He asked the question so softly, so gently, that I felt that familiar flush on the back of my neck, the same flush I always used to get. "I'm not talking about that day in high school. That was the best thing I've ever done. I'm talking about breaking up with you. I knew it was the wrong thing to do even while I was doing it. I don't know what ever possessed me to do it, and I'm just hoping.. I just was wondering if.. if there's any way you would-"
"Shut up," I said softly, wiping my tears away. He looked up at me questioningly, and I smiled. "Just kiss me."
The end! Hm.. yes, the ending is rushed. Sorry =\... I'm not really good at drawing stuff out and using lots of detail and whatnot. And so, that's that. I hope it was ok..
