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Chapter Three

I'm here AGAIN, updating like I said I would !

I'm kinda depressed ever since my brother left, so I'd REALLY aprecciate some feedback here .

Please ?

I'm begging .

"It's just... allergies", she lied. I wish she didn't lie to me.

"Right... So, how have you been holding up?", I asked.

"Just fine, thank you. Haven't talked to you in like, what? Three years?"

"Yes, something around it.", I said. "So, where's Paul staying? Why aren't you with him?"

"Oh. Oh, he took the opportunity to travel. He's a lawyer, you know."

"I've heard about it. Can I... come in?", I said, realizing I was still at the door.

"Um, okay", she said, closing the door behind me. Then she seated on the bed. "What do you want, Jesse?"

"What doI want? I want you to tell me the truth, Susannah. Dios,I hate to realize that everything between us have changed. It's like we don't even know each other anymore!" Usually, I wasn't the one that questioned, it was Susannah that had thehot temperament. But I just wished it was the same. Me and mi Susannah, I mean. Mi Querida.

"I know", she said, her eyes full or tears. I didn't mean to make her cry, but I said anyway "why didn't you return all my calls?"

"I was pissed at you!", she said.

"I wish you had."

"Well,I wish I had too! That changes nothing!"

"If you had, we wouldn't be here, going through all this."

"Oh, don't you DARE blaming it on me! You messed up too!"

"How did I mess up?", I know it sounded like I was blaming it on her, and I know it wasn't just her fault and she didn't deserve it, but I... was just not thinking straight.

"I cannot belive it! This is so typical of you! How about you being home late EVERY DAY cause you were so busy studying, and me having to stay home alone, waiting for the time of your arrival, so that I could be blessed with your presence! How about me being depressed and you didn't even notice cause YOU WERE NEVER HOME! You never had the time for me", she spat at me. I was obvious that it had been choken down her throath all this time, she needed to tell me this.

It was my fault too.

It was mostly my fault.

"And you blaming it on me isn't helpful either."

In a minute, she was staring at me angrily, in the next one, she was leaning against the wall trying to fight back the tears.

And then the truth sank in my mind.

We had a broken home.

And I was the #1 responsible for it.

And I don't know why I did it, but the next thing I knew, I had leaned down to kiss her.

And when I catch her lips with mine, it was like no time had passed. It was her dance night, a weekafter I came alive.

Aftershe brought me back to life.

Her response was intense and the kiss got filled with passion and hunger, and lust, for not being with each other for so long.

And when she pulled me over her onto the bed, several minutes spent before our kiss became a French one, the passion overwhelming inside our bodies, the angst of not having her was brought back to life, the same way I was, and I couldn't stop myself.

But neither could she.

I'm very aware it was way to short .

I'm sorry .

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Nina ;