Does He Ever Get The Girl?
2. Remember to Breathe
Greg took another sip from the beer in his hand as he felt his determination grow. He couldn't sit back and let her do this to him. He needed closure, he needed to know why she didn't want to be with him, why she didn't want to kiss him...After that he figured he'd be able to deal with this situation a little better...or at least he hoped he would be ableto deal with it better.But not knowing, that was killing him. What more do I have to lose? He stood and grabbed his keys. He needed to do this before he talked himself out of it, and while the alcohol had given him the added confidence that he needed.
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Greg kept his hands clutched onto the steering wheel as he watched Sara's apartment. He was beginning to feel like a stalker, watching her house from afar. He continued to stare at the unchanging apartment. Nothing moved. Everything was completely still, as though it had been frozen in time. He wondered if she was there, sitting on her couch with a beer like he had been, drowning her sorrows...or her guilt...He shook his head at his thoughts. Feeling this way about her, thinking of her in such a way didn't feel right. Even after what she'd done to him, he still wouldn't allow himself to think so badly of her. I guess I'm just a good guy...not exactly good enough. He shifted in his seat, realizing that he was talking himself down, again. It was a fault of his, and event he alcohol didn't supress long enough. He noticed that his hands were beginning to shake, and tightened his death grip on the wheel, turning his knuckles white.
I'm starting to panic
He sighed. There he was, sitting in his car, outside of Sara's apartment feeling sorry for himself. He tried to focus on his aim, the reason why he'd even left behind his comfort zone to come here...He needed closure. He nodded to himself...closure. But what if she threw everything back in his face, again? What if she wasn't willing to give him the answers he seeked, to put his mind at rest? What if this did more harm than good? Remember? You have nothing else to lose...nothing. With these thoughts in mind he released his grip on the steering wheel and got out of the car. He quickly made his way to her front door, fearing that his confidence would soon escape him. This exact spot had been the source of it all...and now he was there again. He felt his nerves kick in,but didn't allow himself to panic. Instead, he drew in a deep breath before knocking on the door.
Remember to breathe
And everything will be okay
He waited for what seemed like an eternity, before finally allowing himself to realize that Sara wasn't going to answer her door. She wasn't home...or she was simply just refusing to answer her door, knowing that it was more than likely going to be him. He shook his head and in defeat retreated to his car. So much for closure. He sat in his car once again as he suffered from rapid hope loss. He was about ready to give up. Greg didn't exactly believe in destiny, but so far, nothing had shown him that things would ever turn out even remotely okay. He drew in a deep breath, realizing how tired and fatigued he really was. But he couldn't go home, not now.
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Sara sat amongst the smoke clouds of the bar. After six nights, she'd managed to find herself there once again, unable to return home, to the scene of the crime. She stared at the glasses lining the wall in front of her...all neatly stacked, perfectly symmetrical, each and every one of them. If only life was that way, perfect...She sighed, realizing that the cigarette smoke wasn't bothering her as much as it usually would. Maybe I should take it up again...Help make the hole I've dug myself just that little deeper...She looked down at her watch, noting that she'd successfully been able to avoid returning home for almost an extra day. Although she wasn't even at home, her thoughts kept returning her there, to where it had happened...the crime scene as she liked to call it.
She'd been to crime scene after crime scene, and none of them affected her. The scenes of such crimes barely ever entered her mind a second time, but she found herself dreading her return to her apartment. She hadn't murdered anyone, but in a sense, she felt as though she truly had committed a crime. She shook her head at herself. She'd cut Greg down, rejected him, left him to bleed outside the door to her apartment. And now she didn't even have the courtesy to talk to the poor guy and see how he was. From what she could tell, he'd been taking it pretty hard. She scoffed. She really didn't know what he was thinking, what he was going through. Well that isn't exactly true...coz you're feeling it too. She frowned at her own realization. If she didn't care for him, would she be feeling this bad? Would she be torturing herself every minute of the day, wondering exactly why she'd turned him down. What was with all this doubt? She couldn't stand it anymore. However hard and painful it may be, things needed to be settled. And seeing as she was the one who caused this entire mess, she should be the one to clear it up, not just for herself, but for Greg's sake too. Why are these things never simple? She stood from the bar stool and grabbed her jacket before paying her tab. She wasn't sure how long she could continue like this. She needed to see him now. She left the bar and prepared herself for what she was about to do.
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Greg found himself circling the same area over and over again. His body was screaming for sleep, but he continued to drive, anywhere and everywhere, just to avoid returning home. He wasn't even sure why, but at the back of his mind a tiny voice was telling him that she might call, she might leave a message on his machine...He wasn't prepared for that anymore, not now. Since that night he'd waited at home, hoping, praying for her to show him any sign of regret. Now he'd given up entirely. He realized that he needed sleep, whether he wanted it or not. Driving wasn't doing him any good. In fact it was probably the worst thing he could do, locking himself in a tiny space, alone with nothing but his thoughts to accompany him. He made the familiar journey home and parked his car in the usual space. He began to sigh but caught himself. He was sick of sighing, of feeling sorry for himself. He muttered to himself as he got out of the car and locked it behind him. He slowly made his way towards his apartment, taking his time as he studied the ground before him as he walked.
He crossed the pavement, finally gathering the energy to lift his gaze from the ground as though he somehow knew what awaited him. He stopped dead in his tracks, and was more than sure that his jaw had hit the ground as he couldn't help but remain frozen. There she sat on the steps in front of his apartment, her arms wrapped tightly around her, her face directed down at the ground. He remained still as she registered his presence and looked up at him, offering a small smile. He couldn't help but return it as his heart skipped a beat and that familiar sense of hope began to return...
Remember to breathe
And everything will be okay
Thank y'all for the really sweet reviews! I'm glad you're liking it wildcherry, Stephanie and ObsessedTWfan, course there's gonna be more! Remoob: I was thinking about adding some interaction between the other characters, but so far, I've just kept it between the two of them. And CSIslave! Hugs to you! You're not the only geek here! Lmao. (I'm sorry I don't know your names!) Aren't y'all just hating me right now? Lmao. My weak attempt at a cliffhanger...Please review and I'll continue! Chapter title and featured lyrics from DC's Remember to Breathe / Britt