~!*Chapter eleven*!~

“He was gone when she awoke. Emptiness. Loneliness. It was stupid. Sex, pleasure, departure-it was the way she liked her relationships. No lingering that might interfere with her work.” -Iris Johansen, The Killing Game

I walked through her front door as the thought of kissing her popped into his head. But I brushed it aside. There were more important things on the table of discussion and I couldn’t stall that. She was in the living room with a cup of tea and a book in her lap. I watched her luscious lips and almost gave into temptation. But I didn’t. I cleared my throat and she put the book down to face me. She was in all white which made her seem really innocent. I didn’t let it fool me.

“Hey” I softly said. She looked a bit shaken. At least I know I was not alone in my sorrows. Not that I originally thought myself to be. The only time I saw her happy was when she danced.

“I am afraid.” She commented. Her eyes quickly began glass.

“Of what?” I asked more than willing to help.

“Not making it…” She replied.

“Not making what? The Dean’s List.” I replied sarcastically.

“I’m serious.” She said.

“I know.” I understood. To prove it, I placed my hand on hers.

“What if it doesn’t all work out?” She asked.

“It will.” I decided.

“It is so hard.” She explained.

“I know, but it will all be okay.” I encouraged.

“It hurts.” She said getting a little choked up. I pulled her into a hug to which she held on tightly. She was strong but in reality she was nothing more than an insecure, industrious, innovative woman. I loved her in my arms and couldn’t bear to complain about my life. At least I know I would eat next year and still have a job some how. This poor girl was trying to establish something of herself. And I didn’t help.

“I’m sorry.” I finally said. She pulled away enough to look into my eyes.

“You’re sorry? I am the one who is sorry. I have been nothing but a self centered bitch.” She commented.

“You are not a self centered bitch.” I argued.

“I hurt you.” She cried.

“I’ll live. People get hurt, you should know that. Just will you please stop trying to get away from me. I can help you and will not stop until you are happy.” I explained. She nodded and buried her head in my chest. There was a chance. That is all I needed. She eventually feel asleep. I carried her to her room upstairs and joined her.

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