*Readers P.O.V*
As we were eating pizza, I noticed something... off, about Kid. "Are you ok?" I asked? He looked at me and shook his head a little, as if to clear his thoughts.
"Ya, fine. Why?" He asked, setting his empty plate down on the table in front of us. We were in his perfectly symmetrical living room, sitting at different ends of the couch facing each other.
"Are you sure?" I asked him, not answering his question. He looked at me for a little while, then looked down at his empty hands.
"I... I don't think you should stay here anymore." He said, refusing to look at me.
I didn't know what to say. Was he... kicking me out? But why? Does he not like me?
"Oh..." was all I could say. I couldn't believe that he... would do this. As soon as I felt tears starting to come to my eyes I got up from the couch. I saw him look up at me, but I turned away. I made it to the door and turned the knob. Before I could open it, I felt a firm hand grab my free wrist. I refused to move at all, even to look at him, as a hot tear streamed down my cheek.
He held onto my wrist for a minute, then let go. I ran out the door and into the cold evening air. I didn't even realize it was getting dark as I hurried to my apartment.
Before I knew it I was alone in my room. Crying. What if he hates me? Is it something I did? Wait a minute... He probably never even liked me in the first place. I was stupid to get my hopes up.
I fell asleep crying.
I had a horrible nightmare. Actually, it was real. It was just the memory of my parents the day they had died. They were so happy... Then the accident happened. I've had this dream so many times, but it still gets me. As soon as the gun from my memory went off, I woke up screaming. I curled up in a ball and let more tears stream down my face. I could feel myself shaking from fear and sadness. I didn't even hear my bedroom door open.
Soon I felt familiar arms around me, and I instantly felt safe.
"Shhh, it's okay" Kid whispered. I reached out and clutched his shirt in my hand, not wanting him to leave. He picked me up and sat me on his lap. After I stopped crying, I just sat, letting him slowly rock me back and forth in his arms.
"Why are you here?" I asked him, meaning to sound mad. But instead, Only a sad, soft whisper left my lips.
He bent his head down so our foreheads were touching. "Because I'm sorry" He whispered back.
"Why did you do it?"
"Because... I thought you would be better off without me" He said shamefully.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Never think that. Ever" I told him, my voice starting to get stronger. "I love you"
I felt his arms tighten around me, pulling me closer.
"I love you more"
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