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Present time...
"Fuck!"
The cafe patrons glare at me again as I pull at my hair watching the last image of her through the window recede and turn the corner.
I think I'm hyperventilating.
Do I love her?
Do I love her?
Of course I love her. I always have. She's the best thing that ever happened to me.
Am I in love with her?
Fuck. Yes. I am. The realization hits me like a ton of bricks.
My memories of her flash before my eyes and I close them feeling at once the happiness and the pain. The times I made her laugh and smile.
The times I made her sad. The times I disappointed her. Every hug. Every "I'm sorry."
I always went back to her. Everything goes back to her. Always.
What the fuck have I done?
I may have just lost the one person in the world who means anything to me, aside from my family. I've been a shit to her.
I'm not good enough for her.
I love her. I'm in love with her. Looking back on that night, the realization that I may have been in love with her, even then, makes me want to kick my own ass.
I want her but I don't deserve her. Not one bit. I'm such a selfish prick.
What the fuck have I done?
Before I know it, the sky darkens and I'm still sitting at this little table in this cafe. I don't know how long I've been here, but I snap out of it.
I need Bella. I need to get to Bella.
And at at once, I'm out the door and running.
A/N: I know you're all still waking up from the Surfward haze of seeing a shirtless, wet Rob running around all Baywatch style. I know I am. ;)
We're getting close to the original witfit prompt, with some minor adjustments to the plot, of course. Hang on... the ride's not over.
Rec time: Storm Warning by Sydney Alice... Her 40th story... holy shit. Definitely a gem in this fandom. You definitely won't fail reading anything she's written. This one just started but I'm already hooked.