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I walk back against the strong Chicago wind towards her, trying not to trip over the children running underneath my feet, and the exasperated parents chasing them. I'm holding two cups of coffee and I doubt that it would make the situation any better by spilling the steaming hot liquid all over myself. Yeah, that would definitely be a turn on. I see her hair being blown around by the wind, and she struggles to control it. I hand her the cup and she nods her head, appreciating the gesture. I sit next to her on the bench, and it creaks underneath my weight. The wind is violent, a sharp contrast to the shining sun and light blue water. I take a sip of my coffee, and it's really bitter. I put it down on the ground and put arm around Abby's shoulders. She remains stiff, I can't phase her.
"You know we've got a lot of things to think through, right?"
I nod my head. I knew this conversation was going to happen eventually, I just never thought it would happen today. I would have better prepared myself. She pushes a few inches away from me and quickly wraps her arms around herself.
"Are you mad at me or something?"
She stands up and walks around the bench, I follow her with my eyes. She's shutting herself off from me, I know how she works. She holds her cup in her hand, swirling the mixture over and over again.
"Mad? Why would I be mad? You only left me after I begged you to stay. You broke up with me in a letter the whole ER read. You slept with a woman a few days afterwards, and knocked her up. Of course I'm not mad."
I can feel my face cringing. That was a very low blow, but it was the truth. At least she's not lying. So I made mistakes. Everyone's entitled to make them.
"I'm sorry."
She walks over the to the edge of the shower and leans over, looking at the water slam against the rocks.
"Sorry sometimes isn't enough. Did you even think of how I might feel? How would you feel if I knocked up some woman three days after dumping you?"
I bite my tongue from laughing at that prospect. That would be quite interesting to say the least. She turns around and sees the smile beginning to form on my face. She rolls her eyes. She leans down and picks up a stick off the floor. I feel it hit my shoulder a few seconds later.
"And that would be assault and battery."
She turns back around towards the shore and I see her take a drink of coffee. She runs her hand through her hair, and pushes the stray hairs out of her way.
"Tell me how I'm supposed to trust you? You told me... You promised me you would always be there..."
I start to stand, heading over to her. I try to put my arm around her shoulders, but she runs out of the way. I don't blame her. I was only thinking of myself at the time. Everything was collapsing around me, and she was obsessed with her brother. It was a bad time. I had to realize I wasn't the only one on the face of the planet. I manage to rest my hand on her hip, and she leans against me.
"I don't know what to do to make you give me a second chance."
Her head goes on my shoulder and I wrap my arms closely around her.
"The second chance you've already been given. It's making promises that you suck at."
I place a kiss on her head, and grab her free hand.
"I promise not to promise."
She hits me slightly on the arm and I continue to hold her.
"Your worse than a three year old."
I stick out my bottom look, giving her the ever-irresistible puppy dog look. She starts to laugh a little and squeezes my cheeks with her fingers. I take her hand back into mine and she plants a gentle kiss on my cheek.
"That face... That face is very sexy..."
I can feel my eye brows arching and she starts to laugh. I run my hand up and down her back and my hand rests comfortably on her round little butt. I slid my hand into her back pocket and she shoots me a look. She shakes her head disapprovingly and we start to walk towards the beach. If it was warmer, I'd suggest a little dive, but the water is freezing. Her arm is around my waist and her head snuggles onto my arm as we walk.
"Comfortable?"
She shrugs her shoulders against me.
"Not really... I forgot my sunglasses and you double as an umbrella."
I pull on a string of hair and she lets out a laugh.
"Haha.. Funny."
She ejects her body from mine, but our hands remain interlocked.
"We need to talk more."
Her voice carries no air of a joke. She's completely serious, and I completely agree with her. We've grown closer, but we've never really touched on the important topics, the topics that we've carried inside ourselves at the back of our minds. Questions that we never got to ask, questions that destroyed us. I look around the beach, its primarily empty. I let her hand go and sit down on the warm sand.
"So let's talk."
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I walk back against the strong Chicago wind towards her, trying not to trip over the children running underneath my feet, and the exasperated parents chasing them. I'm holding two cups of coffee and I doubt that it would make the situation any better by spilling the steaming hot liquid all over myself. Yeah, that would definitely be a turn on. I see her hair being blown around by the wind, and she struggles to control it. I hand her the cup and she nods her head, appreciating the gesture. I sit next to her on the bench, and it creaks underneath my weight. The wind is violent, a sharp contrast to the shining sun and light blue water. I take a sip of my coffee, and it's really bitter. I put it down on the ground and put arm around Abby's shoulders. She remains stiff, I can't phase her.
"You know we've got a lot of things to think through, right?"
I nod my head. I knew this conversation was going to happen eventually, I just never thought it would happen today. I would have better prepared myself. She pushes a few inches away from me and quickly wraps her arms around herself.
"Are you mad at me or something?"
She stands up and walks around the bench, I follow her with my eyes. She's shutting herself off from me, I know how she works. She holds her cup in her hand, swirling the mixture over and over again.
"Mad? Why would I be mad? You only left me after I begged you to stay. You broke up with me in a letter the whole ER read. You slept with a woman a few days afterwards, and knocked her up. Of course I'm not mad."
I can feel my face cringing. That was a very low blow, but it was the truth. At least she's not lying. So I made mistakes. Everyone's entitled to make them.
"I'm sorry."
She walks over the to the edge of the shower and leans over, looking at the water slam against the rocks.
"Sorry sometimes isn't enough. Did you even think of how I might feel? How would you feel if I knocked up some woman three days after dumping you?"
I bite my tongue from laughing at that prospect. That would be quite interesting to say the least. She turns around and sees the smile beginning to form on my face. She rolls her eyes. She leans down and picks up a stick off the floor. I feel it hit my shoulder a few seconds later.
"And that would be assault and battery."
She turns back around towards the shore and I see her take a drink of coffee. She runs her hand through her hair, and pushes the stray hairs out of her way.
"Tell me how I'm supposed to trust you? You told me... You promised me you would always be there..."
I start to stand, heading over to her. I try to put my arm around her shoulders, but she runs out of the way. I don't blame her. I was only thinking of myself at the time. Everything was collapsing around me, and she was obsessed with her brother. It was a bad time. I had to realize I wasn't the only one on the face of the planet. I manage to rest my hand on her hip, and she leans against me.
"I don't know what to do to make you give me a second chance."
Her head goes on my shoulder and I wrap my arms closely around her.
"The second chance you've already been given. It's making promises that you suck at."
I place a kiss on her head, and grab her free hand.
"I promise not to promise."
She hits me slightly on the arm and I continue to hold her.
"Your worse than a three year old."
I stick out my bottom look, giving her the ever-irresistible puppy dog look. She starts to laugh a little and squeezes my cheeks with her fingers. I take her hand back into mine and she plants a gentle kiss on my cheek.
"That face... That face is very sexy..."
I can feel my eye brows arching and she starts to laugh. I run my hand up and down her back and my hand rests comfortably on her round little butt. I slid my hand into her back pocket and she shoots me a look. She shakes her head disapprovingly and we start to walk towards the beach. If it was warmer, I'd suggest a little dive, but the water is freezing. Her arm is around my waist and her head snuggles onto my arm as we walk.
"Comfortable?"
She shrugs her shoulders against me.
"Not really... I forgot my sunglasses and you double as an umbrella."
I pull on a string of hair and she lets out a laugh.
"Haha.. Funny."
She ejects her body from mine, but our hands remain interlocked.
"We need to talk more."
Her voice carries no air of a joke. She's completely serious, and I completely agree with her. We've grown closer, but we've never really touched on the important topics, the topics that we've carried inside ourselves at the back of our minds. Questions that we never got to ask, questions that destroyed us. I look around the beach, its primarily empty. I let her hand go and sit down on the warm sand.
"So let's talk."