Died.
She doesn’t know what she would do if Idied.
Her eyes close. “It’s my fault you went out there, I’m the reason why you were driving in that storm, and you wouldn’t have been out there if I had just heard you out in the first place.”
“You can’t blame yourself, you’re hurting too, this whole thing has been impossible to figure out. You’re doing what’s best for you.”
She re-opens her eyes, looking at me in a way I don’t know how to describe.
This whole thing is so messed up, but she’s here. She showed up for me when she didn’t have to, and that makes me think there’s a chance.
There’s a fucking chance for us.
She might take me back, but I know there’s still a battle ahead of us. I still have so much to explain, and all I can hope is that she understands.
“I don’t know what I want, but I do know that I want to hear you out,” she whispers.
There’s a knock on the door, and a nurse comes in. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but we’re going to keep him overnight. We want to monitor his concussion. You can pick him up tomorrow morning.”
I grab Sasha’s hand, “can we talk tomorrow?”
She nods, “I’ll be here first thing.”
The nurse watches Sasha leave before turning towards me with a smile, “your girlfriend is very pretty.”
I stare at the empty doorway, wondering if my honesty will be enough to get her back.
She’s not my girlfriend, but I want her to be. I want Sasha to be my forever, to be the woman who I get to call mine for the rest of my life.
I can’t force her to forgive me, but I can try my best to show her every day that it’ll be worth it to give me another chance.
We’re made for one another.
My fingers dumb against my leg, I can’t help but watch Sasha as she drives, completely in awe of how much has changed in the last two months.
She’s gone from being petrified of the thought of getting into a car, to driving one.
She needed to rip off the band-aid, and as much as I wish it wasn’t because I got into a stupid accident and scared the living shit out of her, I’m happy she’s conquering her fears.
“Turn left here,” I tell her, pointing to the small gravel path between the trees.
She turns the wheel, “where the hell are you taking me?”
“You’ll see.”
This lake is special, it’s where my friends and I comewhen we need to think, where we come to escape from the outside world and not have to worry about anything for a little while.
It’s where I was heading last night.
The April sun shines on the water when we pull up, and Sasha’s jaw drops at the sight of the little oasis.
“What is this place?”
I smile, getting out of the car and waiting for her to follow. When she steps out, I guide her to a spot on the grass next to the water, trying to figure out how I’m going to explain everything to her.
I can’t fuck this up.
It’s my only shot.
