She was hiding in the bathroom for an hour now. Her feet were cold but she didn't care. She wanted him to leave, but he didn't. He stayed outside the door just begging for her to get out. The only thing that was coming out of her mouth was; you hurt me again. His response was I know and I'm sorry. She wanted to believe him. A part of her was angry and the other one was just wishing to fix everything and start all over again. Inside of her little heart, there was this empty space that nobody could fill up since her mom left this world. She slowly opens the door and she saw him. His eyes were now little rivers and his cheek were red like he just got sunburn. Yes, he was regretting it. I told you, he was a sweetheart before. He doesn't know how he becomes what he is now; he just does it without thinking. He tried to wipe away the tears but they keep falling. He lifts his head up and he saw that her mascara was all over her cheeks and her eyes were red. Her lips were shaking. She was still upset about everything. He knew he did something wrong. He looks at her like he used to when she would come up to him and tell him all of her insecurities and little secrets that she was hiding. For a moment, he was the boy she felt in love with over two years ago. She was now in his arms and he was kissing her neck. It was a teaser, but she just asks him to hold her, to which he obliges. He has those moments where … he just couldn't be heartless at her. He never really was heartless to her; he just loved her in a different way for a while. He felt like he was back to what he was. The thing is that … we don't really return the same when we come back after a war. He was not a marine or a soldier. He was just in war with himself. Her blue eyes were now closed but she was not sleeping. She was breathing in his cologne and it felt like home again. It just felt like home again.
The next morning, she woke up in the same position she was the night before. In his arms, on the couch and his face was hiding in her neck, under her blond hair, like his. She didn't want to wake him but when she saw that it was almost noon, she decides that he wasn't going to be mad at her. She whispers his name in his ear and he groans. She repeats the action once again. He opens his eyes and look into her blue-gray ocean. She kissed him first. She never did. They both felt in love all over again at that moment. They were fixed. What they don't know is that even if you're fixed, there is always going to be a little crack that will make everything fall again; but for now, she was invisible and it was ok like that. They went to the grocery store and went out for a bowling night. She was happy and he was too. For them, happiness never seems to last long.
It was her fifth strike in a row and mister was getting kind of bored. She knew it. She was going to lose him again. He was slowly fading away. She sat down to the bar and asks for some nachos. She ordered them five minutes ago but she didn't touch them yet. She felt a presence next to her and she thought it was Jessarae so she pushed the presence away, but when she saw he wasn't leaving, she tried to make her message clearer. He didn't listen, since he sat up next to her and took one of her nacho. It didn't bother her; she wasn't planning on eating them anyways. She was fat enough like that, no need to add more.
- What are you doing? She ask the stranger next to her
- Can't you see? I'm eating your nachos. He told her, laughing.
- It is obvious but why mines? Order yourself some if you want! She shut him up with her coldness. She never really acted like that. Maybe her relationship was affecting her more than she thought it would.
He just looked at her. She was cold. She was really cold with people. He recognizes her when she walked in the bar where he was playing with his two brothers. She was hard to forget. He felt bad for her when her boyfriend came into this café that one morning and yelled at her like she was a dog. He really did, and that day, he wrote a song. That's what he was doing. He was putting melodies and lyrics together when words were too hard to be pronounced. It was his way to say what nobody wanted to say clearly. Metaphor was his way of expression. She left the room when her boyfriend came to look after her. His eyes were stuck on him; he was able to feel the anger in his eyes. He knew something was wrong when the blond boy held her tiny wrist strongly that he just looked away. He went back to the stage and sang for her. She stays in his mind like the lyrics of his favorite songs. He was just unable to forget her. Something about her was special and he wanted to know what exactly it was.
The couple went back to his apartment. He was still holding her wrist and she felt like a little kid being grounded by her dad or her mom. She didn't feel love. She surprises herself thinking about the brown eyes. She remembers his smile and how he wanted to be able to talk with her. She pushed him away. She always pushes everybody away. She has some trust issues. Jessarae was nice to her and all of sudden he would yell at her. It was a bipolar relationship. She hates it, he loves it. She was in the bathroom getting ready to go to bed when he comes in. Her hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing a tank top and shorts, the usual, but tonight he wanted her. He really did. His eyes were staring at her body like she was a piece of meat. She asks him to stop but he came closer.
"Don't you dare come any closer."
It came out of her mouth so fast and snappy. She shut her eyes, scared of what was going to happen. His mouth was so close to her ear that she could feel his lips pressing every single note in his sentence.
"Like I care"
She remembers everything even if she wishes she could forget. It all happens again. He will never let her forget.