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“I forgive you too.”I mutter.
He raises a questioning brow, but nods nonetheless.
“Thanks Lily. Someone’s here to see you too.”
“Who?” I ask curiously.
You’ll find out soon enough.” He mutters.
My eyes widen. My mom squeezes my hand tighter and smiles encouragingly at me.
“Okay,” I respond nervously. “Where are they?”
“You’re gonna need to move around a bit. Can you?” Dean asks, while ignoring my question.
“Of course. I took a walk earlier this morning.”
“Alright then. Let me help you up.” He walks me out of the room, and down the hallway to a small corridor.
“You’re gonna need to go on in on your own, Lily,” Dean says when we get to the entrance to one of the conference rooms in the hospital.
I cock a brow at him but nod in response, pushing the door open. He helps me into the room and turns around, shutting the door behind him.
As I enter the main room, it's completely empty, except for Liam standing with wide eyes. He’s surrounded by countless petite candles.
I'm so shocked and completely speechless. My eyes lock with his, the pain in them is so obvious, I can't help but feel pity for him.
"Liam?" I whisper quietly, taking short steps towards him as I'm still getting used to walking about on my own.
"I know I'm probably the last person that you want to see right now, and I deserve it. I deserve all your anger, and hatred. Give me five minutes, Lily. Just five minutes. Please?"
I nod.
My foolish heart races in my chest, ready to jump at any given moment for him. The hate I felt a moment ago vanished just from hearing his voice and the pain in it.
He steps closer until he's only a few feet in front of me before he speaks, "All my life I've been alone. I've never known love so I've never known how to give it. I've never known commitment so I've lived in fear of it all my life.” He pauses, rubbing his chest like the memory causes him physical pain. "Not only have I lived in fear of it, but I've ran as far as possible away from it too. But then you came along.”
His eyes are filled with pain. He's tense, and tight, and so much like the man that I first met in the beginning.
"I love you, Lily. But I was scared. Fuck it– I'm still scared. I fear that I might ruin this somehow. I fear that I might get too attached and lose you someday, and that would break me completely. I fear that I might not live up to your expectations.”
Somehow, during his speech, we've come closer together. Not quite touching, but only a breath apart. I can tell how badly he wants to reach out, but he doesn't. He keeps the space between us while he speaks.
"And those fears only spiraled out of control when you told me you were pregnant. I didn't know what to do or how to react. My fears overwhelmed me and I made the wrong decision." He looks down at me through thick lashes, and I can see the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.
"I'm not asking for you to take me back. I know I don't deserve the right to waltz back into your life and expect to get you back with a simple apology. But I just want your forgiveness. Forgive me for hurting you. Forgive me for making the wrong choice. I’m sorry it took me so long to come here and make this right."
"Liam..." I start, but emotion clogs my throat. "I miss you, Lily. I miss that mouth of yours. I miss your bickering. I miss you getting me frustrated to the point that I want to explode. I miss you telling me my art is trash. I miss you so much that it hurts. It hurts right here." He puts his fist over his chest, "I've lived the last few years with a gaping hole in my chest. I've known something is missing for a while now. You're the missing piece, Lily. You and this baby.”
This time, the tears do fall, and a broken sob escapes my lips at his admission. I let out a teary laugh. I miss him so much too. So much that it's taking every ounce of effort I have to keep myself from touching him, from kissing him and telling him how much I love him.
“Please, I can't do this life without you.”
His words make my tears come harder, and another sob leaves my chest, only this time it's one of happiness.
"I forgive you." I whisper.
His eyes widen. I'm sure the last thing he expected me to say is that I forgive him, but he doesn't exactly leave me with any choice. Not when he looks at me with those eyes that seem to be the most beautiful thing ever. And this gesture he's pulled off is the most romantic thing I've ever seen.
