Thoughts That Count
Episode 2 Part 5
Ezra
The rain pounded against the roof of my car, making it difficult to see through the windshield. As I pulled down the street I saw a girl step out of a coffee shop, making no rush to get out of the rain.
As I pulled closer, I had to look but I could swear her dark hair reminded me of Aria. I slowed, pulling up next to her, and she looked over through my window. It was Aria.
I didn't know what to do. She looked sad, and I knew she was cold, wearing a skirt. I knew the look in her eyes was because it was me she was looking at. I wanted to make it go away, but that would mean going against what I knew was right.
But my gut was telling me that leaving her there was wrong.
I turned back to the road, pulling up some ahead of her so it wouldn't look like I was specifically picking her up. I took a deep breath and pushed the passenger door open. I waited and for a second there was nothing.
Then I could feel her there, cold, beside me. She set her warm coffee next to my hand on the break, and the door closed.
I was so close to her it hurt. It hurt to pull forward without a glance, the deafening silence between us, whitewashed by the sound of the rain.
Instead of turn, I kept forward, into an alley behind an apartment complex.
No one else was her. It was just me, and her, and the pressure, pushing me to do what felt right, not what was right.
I broke the car and just sat there, staring at my lap for a moment. I could feel her staring at me.
Then I looked up, and her lips were on mine, soft warm.
I moved to her cheek, her neck, her warm, soft skin under my lips. It was just me, and her.
I pulled back to look her in the eyes. This, this moment, was right.
I kissed her softly. This was right.
She rested her hands on my shoulder and her forehead on mine.
"I know it," She said breathily, "You feel like this is right for us too."
I took in a deep heavy breath, "You're right. You were always right…"