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Smirking, she says, “No, I don't want someone thinking we're doing something naughty in there.” Grabbing the door, she pulls it open. “Just wait here in case I pass out or something.”
The door closes behind her and the lock clicks in place. I lean against the wall to wait and I can feel my nerves start to come alive.
What if she is pregnant?
The thought flickers in my head, but it doesn't scare me the way I thought it would. If she's pregnant, I know I'm going to do the right thing. I'll be there for her and our baby. There's no doubt in my mind.
“You doing okay in there?” I ask. I'm getting impatient. I want to know the answer.
“Yeah, just another minute or so.”
The wait is killing me. It feels like she's been in there forever. The bathroom door finally opens and Sia comes out with tears her in eyes.
“What does it say?” I ask anxiously.
Her lips spread into a big smile as her eyes turn to glass. “It's negative, I'm not pregnant.”
“That's. . .” Pausing, I swallow hard and force a smile. “That's really good.”
“Yeah, I'm so relieved. I've been under a lot of stress lately, so that must be messing with my body. But I'm glad I don't have to spring a baby on my parents, I can't imagine what that conversation would be like.”
“Right, that is a relief,” I say, but inside I don't feel the same.
My stomach sinks, the weight in my gut now an ache. I can't explain it. There's a feeling of disappointment that she's not pregnant. The thought of her carrying my baby was exciting, even though I know this is probably best.
Why am I doing this to her? I've thrown a wrench in her world. It's not fair to her.
Maybe I'm just being selfish. Maybe I'm thinking too much about what I want, about what would make me happy, and not enough about how I'm screwing up her life.
After getting back to her house, I go right to my room. Her parents don't want anything to do with me, and I know I've worn out my welcome. I can feel the tension every time we come and go. The hate filled glares they throw at me. The condescending words, the little quips to point out how I'm beneath them.
I've caused her nothing but trouble.
This isn't what I set out to do. I came chasing her, not to destroy her.
She's the best thing to ever walk into my life. I've never felt this way about anyone, but I can't be the reason for her relationship with her parents to crumble. The sneaking around is going to get back to them, it's only a matter of time. It's not fair to her, but life isn't about being fair. You can't control what other people do, you can only control what you do.
And I'll do anything for her, anything at all. Even if that means having to walk away.
When I go to bed that night, I lock my door so she can't sneak in, and spend the night tossing and turning. I hear her at my door as the handle jiggles. I want to open it so damn bad, but I don't get up. I pretend to be asleep as she whispers my name through the door and taps gently.
It takes every ounce of strength for me to resist her. It's not about us and my desires anymore, it's about doing what's right for her.
I watch as the shadow of her feet moves away from the door. My chest constricts, hoping she won't hate me for what I'm about to do.
In the early morning hours as the sun is just about to come up and the sky is a dusty blue color, I write a note and slip it under her door before I leave. I have to do this while she's asleep. I can't face her.
I'm not as strong as I thought.
I know if I see her, I won't go through with this. I can't guarantee that if she opens her door right now, I won't drop to my knees and beg her to leave with me. I can't guarantee that if I see her face, I won't steal one more touch, one more kiss, one more night, until there's nothing left for me to take from her.
Siobhan is worth letting go if it'll make her life easier.
No matter how much I hurt, my pain is worth it for her to have the happiness she deserves.
