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"Where is she,
where is she, where is she," Brian was moaning to himself. Tears were
clouding his vision as he drove down the streets looking for Corinne. Every
emotion you could think of was running through his body. From anger,
to confusion, to tears, and so forth. He was mad at himself for not even
noticing me, or caring enough to take my feelings into consideration.
Now, he was driving himself crazy looking for me. He swore to himself
that no matter what... he was going to find me. "No matter what," he
whispered to himself. With a glint of hope, something caught his eye, and
he quickly slowed down the car.
Hours must have passed since I ran out of the house. I sat alone, the only sound was my tears mingled with soft gasps and moans. I was sitting, curled almost into a ball, as the wind blew past me, every once in a while gusting up and causing me chills. My thoughts strongly overpowered my tears to the point I didn't even know I was crying anymore. All I knew is that I hesitated... I hesitated in telling Brian just how much I cared, and now I've lost my chance forever. It was hard to swallow... I'd lost him, forever. I jumped in shock as I felt a hand on my shoulder, interrupting my thoughts. I lifted my head only to come face to face with Brian. "Brian!? What are you doing here?" I exclaimed surprised, as I struggled to my feet. I tried to wipe away my tears and mask the fact that I'd been crying. But the damage had been done, and my chapped cheeks and red eyes did not go beyond Brian's notice. "I came looking for you... why were you crying?" he asked in a soft tone, deeply concerned. "I um... I," I struggled for the right words as Brian wiped my tears with his thumbs. "Never mind me. Aren't you supposed to be at the house with Sarah and the rest of the guys right now?" I asked. Brian sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. "Corinne... there's.... there's something I need to tell you," he finally said, returning his gaze to me. I looked in his eyes and became overwhelmed with fear. They held that look of concern and confusion, desperately saying that what he was about to say would be something big. "Brian, if this is about what happened on the court yesterday," I started, trying to figure out what was wrong. Brian shook his head and tried to object, but I continued speaking, trying to get this off my chest. "I just want you to know that, I am sorry, and that I wont let it happen again, and..." I rambled on. "No, no Corinne... that's not it at all," Brian said. I stopped speaking and looked at him even more confused than before. What was he trying to say?! "Oh," I said cautiously. "Well Rok, I just want to say that I'm sorry for anything that might have altered our relationship..." I went on. Brian listened to my unsure words, but soon cut them off by pressing his lips to mine. It was something he'd wanted to do for a while, and this was his chance to do it, though nervous as he was. When we pulled apart, I was left not only shocked, but struggling for air and words. I could feel Brian shaking nervously, expectant to what I would say. The first couple of times I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself speechless and lost in Brian's eyes. "I, uh... what was that for?" I clumsily said, only above a whisper, as I finally regained my composure. "That was for," Brian started in a whisper, as he moved my hair with his fingers. "For being a beautiful person, and someone who has captured my heart. Corinne... I don't want to marry Sarah. The only reason I proposed was because I thought I had lost you." My heart felt overwhelmed; like it would have leapt out of my chest if I would have allowed it. Brian whispered in my ear, brushing my hair aside gently, "I think I'm in love with you." "But," I said, dismissing the tears that had formed out of shock, "what's going to happen to Sarah?" Brian looked up to meet my eyes. "I don't know. All I know is that I want to be with you, Corinne; Not Sarah." I smiled at him. These were words I had only dreamed he'd tell me. I never thought that my dream would become reality, but here we were. I rested my head against his shoulder as I hugged him in my arms. I didn't want to let go of him- at least, not yet. Brian wrapped his arms around me as we gently swayed back and forth. He took in deep breaths of my perfume as he hummed the tune to "I'll Never Break Your Heart." I laughed softly as tears began to roll out of my eyes. Brian hushed my tears and kissed my forehead. "Come on," he whispered. "Let's get back to the house." "Brian, I don't want to go back there!" I answered him. I was terribly nervous about walking into that room with the rest of the guys; but especially Sarah. "It will be ok, you don't have to worry!" Brian reassured me. "I wont let go of you the whole time. But it's cold out here, and you don't have a coat, so come on," he urged. I allowed him to wrap his arms around my shoulders as he escorted me to his car. I was still scared about what would happen once we arrived at the house, but I had the reassurance from Brian that it would all be okay. |
