Saturday, February 23, 2013


Chase, she loves you. You aren’t nothing to her, she’s just confused. She doesn’t know what to do, her boyfriend is coming back and she just admitted to his best friend that she’s in love with him too and lost her v-card to him. She’s probably freaking out. If she said she needs a few weeks, then give the girl a few weeks. But don’t just leave her, Chach.”

I snorted at her nickname for me, “Do you think this is all one big game to her?”

“No way. If it was, she wouldn’t have a problem leaving you.”

Just before I could ask how Marissa was sure she wouldn’t, the worst sound in the world sounded over the running water of the shower. “Fuck.”

“What? What happened?!”

“I can hear her crying.” I ran a hand through my hair and grabbed a fistful as I pushed off the wall, “I gotta go to her, Marissa.”

“Damn straight you do! This is just as hard for her, probably harder because she’s the one that has to choose.”

I stumbled halfway up the steps at that, “I don’t know what I’ll do if she chooses him.” I said honestly, “I need her.”

“I know, Chach.”

“Gotta go, thanks Riss.” We said goodbye and I tossed the phone on my bed that just this morning had been a major part of my favorite moment in my life, and now I was afraid would only ever be a memory.

I opened the door to my steam-filled bathroom and the pained sobs that filled the room pierced my chest.

Oh, Princess.

Harper was holding herself up against the tile wall when I stepped in behind her and I didn’t know how my heart could break any more. Grabbing around her waist, I turned her toward me and pressed her close to my body as hers shook with hard sobs. The thought of losing Harper had tears falling down my face for the second time this morning – before today, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cried. But after last night, I didn’t know how I was supposed to go through life without her. I gripped her harder to me when her sobs quieted, and looked down at her puffy red eyes when her head titled back to look up at me.

She looked at me for what felt like hours before speaking, her voice rough and scratchy from crying, “Why are you in here?”

Where else would I be? My whole world was crashing down and I was trying to hold on to it for as long as possible. “Because you need me, and if this is my last hour with you, I'm not going to waste another second of it.”

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