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“You want to leave me, Aria?”

“Yes!” I cried out in tears, not caring if it hurt him.

“You want to go back and live in that shitty apartment with that abusive asshole?”

“Yes! I’d rather get beaten and bruised everyday than to endure the emotional pain you put me through.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“It’s torture and I can’t take it anymore!”

“You think I’m not suffering?” he shouted. “Every time I’m around you, all I can think about is…”

I waited for him to finish, but he stayed quiet. My patience was wearing thin.

“Well? Say it!”

“Forget it.”

“Why not?” I yelled.

“Because it’s wrong!”

“You’re such a coward, Noah.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” He scoffed. “I’m the coward for loving you so much; I’m the coward for ignoring my own selfish desires because I would rather grieve over my heartbreak than to make you suffer long-term trauma by giving you what youthinkyou want!”

“You’re already making me suffer long-term trauma! Do you honestly believe I can forget everything we did?”

“Of course not!”

“Just because we haven’t had sex doesn’t mean I can get over everything else!”

“You think I don’t know that?” He glanced at me. “Why else am I pushing for therapy so much?”

“To hell with your stupid therapy!”

The rain poured down harder than ever while we took an oath of silence. After a brief minute, Noah felt the need to have the last word.

“You’re so stubborn, Aria. I don’t know how to discipline you. And I don’t think it’s possible to make you see the light.”

Ouch.

“Trust me, I see the light.You’rethe one who’s blind.”

“You’re right, I am blind.” He kept his eyes on the road. “Blinded by my love for you.”

Noah’s tone had changed, as if he had magically purged all his anger and frustration. He sounded warm and gentle. It was like a switch.

How does he do that?

I had no words or insults to throw at him. How could I keep stabbing him with daggers when he was clearly bleeding inside? His confession had miraculously doused my flaming temper.

Have I truly blinded him?I tried to rationalize.

Weaving in and out of traffic, visibility worsened as the storm poured down like buckets of water splashing over the windshield. I was used to this kind of weather in New York, but not here.

Once we reached a traffic light, I let loose and finally let him have it.

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