EverymanHYBRID Imagines (COMPLETED)

Love Me Again: Evan

"Take my hand," says Evan.

"No," I say.

"Come on, you aren't still mad about ... "

"Yes, Evan, I am," I say.

"It wasn't me though!" he protests. "Habit is the one who nearly killed you. Not me. I thought you knew the difference."

"But you're practically two sides of the same coin!" I exclaim. "Look, I know you're different people and all, but it is extremely hard for me to remember such things whenever I'm being impaled."

He sighs and holds out his hand.

"Please, y/ n, take it," he says.

I look at him incredulously. "Really?"

"Please," he pleads.

I sigh and take his hand, and he gently helps me up.  I wince in pain. He looks me up and down and then sighs. A part of me wants to kiss him, to tell him that I don't judge him. Especially when it wasn't technically him who did this to me.

"What?" he asks.

I miss him hard. After a moment of stunned shock, he kisses me back. And I relish in it.