Maybe if he'd kissed me...

I left Nick crying, alone on his bed. I thought it was for the best, maybe he needed time alone to grieve. But not long after I got home I began to feel guilty.

Maybe he needed me as much as I had needed him earlier that day?

I battled with my instincts and what I thought I knew. Something inside was screaming at me to go back, to hold him as he had held me. But part of me worried that seeing Jade's ghost; hearing her tell him Ethan was the murderer...was due to his unwillingness to let go.That maybe he just needed to be alone.

Then there was another voice: a small, often unheard part of me, that was telling me it could be simpler. That maybe if he'd just kissed me...we could hold each other now...

And be at least halfway ok...

I fell asleep with my phone clutched to my chest, the debate unresolved. And woke with fresh tears on my face.

 

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