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LET ME GO
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“Why didn’t you tell me?” I’m on my feet, my chest rising and falling with my righteous anger. “Why?!”
He isn’t looking at me. The one time I want him to, and he isn’t. Instead, his hands are gripping the chains of the swings and his head is bowed.
I grab his face, cupping it in my hand, forcing his eyes to meet mine.
“You could have told me,” I whisper, my eyes filling. I stare at him as his face distorts in my grip.
“Ah,Stellina,” he starts, standing and pulling me into his arms. But I back away, shaking my head. I don’t want comfort. I want answers.
“I told you…I fucking told you that if someone found out…but you didn’t care. You were careless with me and now look at us.” I wipe away my tears and take another step back. “I can’t fucking do this.”
When I turn away, rushing toward the street, I hear him calling my name behind me. I’m not paying attention when I hear the beep of a horn and a car nearly hits me, screeching to a halt.
My heart pounds as I rush the rest of the way across the street, ignoring the person in the car yelling at me.
“Stop!” Abraham cries out behind me, and I try to bolt to my car, but he catches up, grabbing me by my arm. “What the fuck are you thinking?!”
His face is full of fury as he stares at me, running his hands over my shoulders, up to my face, holding me in place.
“Let me go.”
“You know I can’t,” he whispers, his voice shaky, and I try to shove him, but he doesn’t budge.
“Let me go!” I try to twist away, more tears running down my face.
“You know you don’t want me to.” He stares at me a moment, his chin tilting as my gaze flits from his eyes to his lips and back again.
It’s a collision, our first kiss in so many years.
It’s hunger, a war waging.
It’s familiarity, kissing the first man I ever loved. The first man to ever break me.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers against my mouth, squeezing me against his body.
His words remind me of lost time, of everything.
But they don’t fix it all; things I can’t yet think about.
Things I swore to never think about ever again.
Turns out I could break the promises I made to myself just as easily as the promises Abraham made to me.
