Christian couldn't take it. He had to see Gloria. After sneaking into her apartment he sat on her bed and watched her sleep.
She was so peaceful, so innocent and very beautiful. He stroked her hair, her moonlit hair, and felt his heart almost explode.
She'll never fall for you, a small nagging voice (his common sense maybe?) told him, just look at her. So sweet and perfect. Then you... Popping pills since age thirteen, smoking marijuana and doing cocaine since age fourteen, and not to mention all those incidents from the shots of whiskey....
Shut the fuck up!, he told the voice, she cares about me.
"I love you," Christian whispered in Gloria's ear. Gloria started to smile and almost whispered Christian.
He felt himself getting warm on the inside. "I love you and I always will. You deserve better than me. I'll try to be better. I'll stand beside you through whatever you need me to, and I don't care what I lose as long as it isn't you. You are my love, my reason to go on." He took her unconscious hand and placed it over his heart so she could feel it beating. "It belongs to you, I swear. It has since the day I met you. I promise to be faithful loving, I promise to feel. Please hear this, no one could ever replace you, you're too precious."
He was no longer too chickenshit to kiss her and he kissed her on the cheek to prove it. She smiled a little more.
"If only you were awake," he whispered.
He walked to the door and looked at her one more time that night. "So beautiful," he mumbled and left her apartment.
When he was gone Gloria sat up in bed. How sweet of him , she thought. She fell asleep and smiled the whole night.