You're in for a treat babes! I'm on a roll and decided to give you this chapter as you all practically begged me to :D

It's quite short as I didn't know how to continue this without a new chapter. Hope you like this one :)

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I couldn't believe my eyes. And neither could he. It was like the world got really quiet and still as we stood there paralyzed and just stared at each other's. He looked thinner, his cargoes didn't fit him as well as they had and his face was more defined. I also noticed that he had hurt his arm, the white bandage standing out against the black and his skin. He had a cut on his cheek. I longed to feel his touch, the tingling in my neck was excruciating to experience. I wasn't ready for this. My body shaked and I struggled to stand as my feet started to give in underneath me.

His eyes were hard. I think mine weren't. Time stood still.

He moved first. He lowered his arm and took a cautious step forward. As he moved closer, I felt the urge to take a step backwards and I did. We timed ourselves perfectly. He took a step forward, I took a step backwards. Something changed in his eyes and he stopped. He looked defeated where he stood beside his black and perfect car. Something was glowing from his eyes but I couldn't understand it. He stood with his arms hanging beside him, his posture not as sharp as I had remembered. I was shaking thirteen feet above him with my beach dress moving with the wind. The wind was also pulling my hair back, like it knew where I wanted to go.

A small bird landed on the hand rail. The bird was beautiful, with blue and white feathers. I couldn't remember its name, we had studied this in school but my mind was totally blank as I looked at the little and fragile bird. It stood still, looked at him and then at me. Pondering. Wonder if it knew? Time stood still. The bird let out a heartbreaking cry and flew away. Like it knew what I wanted to do. He stared at me, his eyes soft in the shade of molten chocolate. They were filled with raw emotions. I was hurting him. I hated myself for that. It wasn't up to me to hurt him. I could never intentionally hurt him like he had hurt me. I just couldn't.

A single tear ran down my cheek and dropped on the balcony floor. He opened his mouth.

"Babe." The single word was so powerful that it took my breath away. The single word was filled with so many tender feelings it felt like a pillow on my face. I looked at him and gasped, not being able to do this anymore. I was going to stop this torture. I turned around and rushed into my room, shutting the French doors, ran to my door and locked it. I wasn't going to let him in. Not anymore.

I was crying and sobbing hysterically as I gasped and shaked as I put my weight in and pushed the small cabinet in front of the door. When it was there I rushed and pulled the curtains to cover the window. I collapsed on the floor, rolling myself up as a tiny ball beside the bed. My nearly mended, recovered heart was torn apart once again by the same man. The man I love with all of my shredded pathetic heart.

Whore. Whore. Whore. Some whore I picked up. Whore. Whore. Whore.

All I could think about was those small words. They say that those three little words can turn your life upside down. I discovered that Whore worked better than I love you. The I love you's were all lies. Whore was the truth. All I was, all I am, all I was going to be. At least he was honest. Breathing was hard and I struggled with it as a fish would do on dry land. I followed my instincts and crawled to the bathroom and into the bathtub. I laid there with my clothes on as I turned the hot water on, letting it slowly soak me.

The tingling in my neck was worse than it had been when we were okay. Now that I've been away from him for so long, it was like a sale for a shopaholic. Like offering heroin to a drug addict. The feeling was eating me up from the inside and I knew that not even avoiding him was going to soothe the wounds he left me with. A month away from him, and still it was like he ripped my heart away every time I thought about him, saw him, and saw anything I could relate with him. It was like my brains were trying to kill me slowly, torturing me every second of every hour of every day and night. I dreamed about him, I thought about him and I longed for him. Yet I was afraid. I wanted him, no more than that I wanted him to want me. And when I knew that he didn't and couldn't love me I couldn't let myself be ripped apart with every thought, feel, dream and kiss. This was the turning point. I was at a crossroad. I could stay or I could move on. My heart wanted me to give the guy one more chance but I wasn't sure if I could survive that. That encounter had made my fears true. He had broken me and I wasn't strong enough to even think about being in the same space as him.

He broke me.

This tub wasn't going to do. I stepped out, water flying everywhere as I grabbed my towel and ran to the balcony. He wasn't outside anymore. I couldn't feel him anymore. I grabbed the handrail and threw myself down to the soft sandbank just underneath my balcony. I had done this so many times before, I wasn't afraid. All I could feel was the pull of the ocean. I landed on my feet and sprinted down the beach, not daring to look inside to make my suspicions true. He was inside.

My feet hit the sand with a rage I had never felt before. I was furious with myself for allowing him to see me, to talk to me and to invade my space. Lost was the feeling of sexiness, now my brain was filled with a red haze which made it harder for me to see or breathe. The sea was nearing and I threw my towel to my right and not stopping I took my dress away and I steered my steps on the long wooden pier. My feet hit the wood, making loud noises as I sprinted nearer and nearer the feeling of freedom. As I threw my hands above my head, getting ready for the dive I could hear a scream from the house but as soon as I had heard it I was underwater.

The blueness filled me and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. I came up and took a breath and dove down again. Everything down here was so simple. Kick, stroke, kick, stroke. Nothing was complicated here, nothing changed. It hadn't changed and it wouldn't. There was that rock I cut my foot on the first time I swam here. There was the seaweed dancing with the currant. Like always. This was my home, this was my safe place from the world and the people in it. Nothing could touch me here. I wasn't going to let anybody invade this space, this space was mine and I was ready to fight for it. This was mine and nobody could take this away from me.

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