Ghosts Of The Past [BoyxBoy] ✓

39. Sex.

Her feelings for me must have been good acting too. Which makes a lot more sense than the idea that she'd be into someone as cruel and useless as me.

"It's not like you would've cared anyway, you barely payed attention to me when I talked to you." She says.

"Because you were always talking nonsense."

"Not always." She looks kind of sad.

I look down at the floor. Honestly, I can't remember. How awful.

"How's Aron?" She asks, catching me off guard again.

I sigh just thinking about him.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"But I thought—"

"So did I." I exhale.

"Are you guys still.."

"I mean.. At this point we'd probably be better off broken up. All we do is fight." I run my fingers through my hair.

"He'd be better off without me."

"Why would you say that?" She sounds hurt.

I look up. Pain in her eyes.

"Why do you care?"

She looks away for a second and shakes her head.

"You know, I was really in l— into you." She says.

I can't believe that. How?

"It really hurt me when you broke up with me like that. I know we weren't exactly the perfect couple but.." A tear runs over her cheek.

"Loren.." I walk over to her.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. She grabs onto my shirt and cries into my chest.

"I'm sorry." I say quietly.

I caress her shoulder. I feel her soft hair. I involuntarily smell it. Cherry.

"I thought we were so good together.." She sniffs.

"We were.." I lie to make her feel better.

She keeps on crying and it breaks my heart. I hate seeing people cry. Especially girls. How come it physically hurts when a girl cries? I can't stand it.

"Please don't cry.." I nearly beg.

After a while she pulls away a little and looks up at me.

Her huge blue eyes look even more like the ocean than normal.

I wipe her tears.

She winces a little at the cold feeling of my ring on her cheek.

"Sorry." I chuckle.

She chuckles a little too.

Her eyes stay locked on mine.

"I miss us.." She whispers.

With her cheek in my hand I notice how beautiful she really is. She looks ten times better without all that makeup. More real. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are searching.

She gets on her toes and leans in closer.

Stop, stop, stop. I tell myself.

Don't do this.

But I haven't done this.

For months.

Aron doesn't care about me anyway. I try to convince myself. I fail.