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Chapter 8
As he walked home, Lance tried to figure out what to do. He wanted to go and talk to her, to apologize for- 'for what?' He reprimanded himself. 'You didn't even do anything. She's just being a drama queen. She doesn't deserve you.'
But, try as he might, he couldn't get her off his mind. She was too deep in his heart. Despite himself, he relived the days they had spent together almost every moment since they had broken up. He liked the way she made him feel. Weak, and powerful at the same time. Sure, he had gone out with other girls; other girls that were beautiful, that made him feel good, too. But…with Kitty, it was different. It was as if all that he was, all he could be…all hwhylime e need and wanted…was wrapped up in being with her.
It wasn't as if he needed to be with her at every second. It was, however, killing him to be on bad terms with her. Not seeing her, being with her, laughing and even comforting her over the course of the last few weeks left him feeling empty…as if he had forgotten to eat or sleep.
But, would she ever forgive him? Did he want to be forgiven? He cursed himself for the way he had hurt her, shooting out words like darts that he wanted so badly to take back. It takes two to argue, but he had let her down. Instead of answering back her painful words with comforting ones, his ego had demanded him to hurt her. The words she had hurt him. More than anyone else, he needed her to build him up, to help him. To love him. Yet, he knew it was the ferocity of the moment, not her heart, that had moved her to give him such a sting. Why didn't he just find out why she was upset? Again, he cursed himself, and picked up his pace. But he hadn't. He had let out all of his angry feelings he usually reserved for his enemies, and cast them at her. He had allowed the callous walls that had protected him over the years to come up again, dividing them. 'Can we ever be the sameagain?' He wondered, thinking of how his life would be without her. Empty.
