How did we end up here?This isn’t us.There was so much love here once, so much hope for the future, and now, we’re just a fucking mess.
“I couldn’t fuck you out of my system no matter how hard I tried,” he says, and I hate it.The thought of him with someone else makes me sick.But what about the thought of me with his friend?I did the worst possible thing I could do, and I have no idea how to make it right.
“It’s over with him,” I say through a ragged breath.
“Is that because I’m back?”Miles asks, and it’s a valid question.
“It was never going to last.I didn’t love him.It was trauma, and not that it makes any of it right, but that’s what it was.I took the abuse from him because I thought I deserved it.”
Isaac saw my bleeding heart, the gaping hole that Miles left, and he filled it.He made me think I was worthy of love, that he’d never leave, but he also saw my vulnerability, and anyone who can move in on his friend’s girlfriend, especially when he knew she was broken, did it with malice in their heart.I was always a pawn in the game, but I never wanted to admit that to myself.
I feel Miles tighten beside me, his hand clenching mine in a hard grip.Every word feels like I’m slicing through his skin, wounding him with a past that won’t die.
“I wish I could take it all back, but it was like a snowball rolling down a hill.Things just kept getting worse and worse, and I didn’t know a way out.I broke up with him a million times, but I kept taking him back, thinking there was nothing else for me.”
The more I talk, the more I dig myself into a hole, and like I said before, there’s nothing I can say that will make any of this right.
“How do we move on?”I ask, begging for an answer that’s laced with simplicity and ease, but it won’t happen.“Can you ever forgive me?”
How can he when I can’t even forgive myself?
“Can you forgive me?”Miles now asks, and I look up at him, his face a blur with tears, my lashes wet, my lids heavy.Confusion washes over me with his question.There’s nothing to forgive.He did what he did because of what I did.
An eye for an eye.
Revenge is like a bucket with a hole; it promises nothing but emptiness, and that’s all both of us feel.
“For what?”I question softly.
“Leaving you.For making you think I didn’t love you.For driving you into his arms.For, fuck, I don’t even know anymore, Daze,” Miles growls.
Another ragged sob leaves my lips, and Miles holds me closer, a soft drop of his lips on the top of my head feels so intimate.
“I forgave you a long time ago,” he now admits, and I gasp out a hard sob, my chest heaving with each labored breath I take.“We were young and stupid.Mistakes were made on both our parts, but I want you back, Daisy.Not just for now, but forever.”
I don’t know how to respond, aching with everything he’s just said and letting the vulnerability of his words wash over me.Taking his face in my hands, my thumbs brushing over his cheeks, a few drops of wetness coat my fingers.
Tears.
He’s crying, and that’s all it takes for me to fall apart.Nose to nose now, our breathing matched until every breath that we inhale and exhale is shared.
“I thought I lost you forever, and I was willing to live with that because I thought I deserved it after what I did.”My words fall from my lips in a dizzying, oxygen-deprived haze, my body overcome with rough, complicated love.“I’m so sorry,” I utter, and I’ll say it a million times, for the rest of our lives, for eternity, because he needs to hear it.I will spend the rest of our days making it up to him.
“No more,” he whispers, the words dancing along my lips, the air hitting my cheeks, soothing the tears that sting my skin.“I want this.”
“I want this too.”
The second thosewords are out of her mouth, my lips are on hers, kissing her with a raw, almost desperate hunger.It feels like I’ve waited a fucking lifetime for this moment, for her to say this to me, and it couldn’t be more perfect that it’s happening here.
“Come home with me,” I growl, pulling her into my lap, my hand moving to her ass, grabbing it hard as the other slides into her hair.“Please.”My words are a plea, my want and desperation obvious, but I don’t give a fuck.
I need her.
She smiles against my lips, her hand sliding across my buzzed hair, her grip tight as she yanks my head back and says, “Yes.”
I stand, settling Daisy on her feet before I practically run to her car, her hand in mine.I’d walked here earlier when Daisy had texted me after she finished work, and I’m glad because right now, I don’t want to let her out of my sight.Don’t want to let go of her ever.
We drive in silence, my hand on the back of her neck as she drives to my house, pulling into the driveway behind my car.
