[AlexGaskarth] I'm The Only One [Sequel | You're Not The Only One]

[ChapterFourteen]

“I fucking miss you.” Alex whispered, his eyes filling with tears, something that rarely happened. “I fucking miss everything about you.”

Looking up at him, I bit my bottom lip, pushing my hands against the grass, sitting up. “I still don't understand, Alex.”

Sitting down in front of me, he cocked his head to the side, drawing his eyebrows together. “What don't you understand?” His voice was pleading with me to communicate with him.

Running a hand through my hair, I sat cross-legged, sighing. “I don't understand what happened between us. I don't understand what I did wrong.”

Sighing, pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his shins. “I honestly don't know. Something inside of me just snapped. I, all of a sudden, didn’t feel like I was enough for you. You would never make a big deal out of things that most people would and it made me feel like shit. Logan, I missed your birthday three years in a row and you said it was okay because you would have spent the day with your mom anyway. And then I got paranoid that there was some other guy that was just waiting for me to fuck up so he can be there for you when I wasn’t. But you would never do that to me. I couldn’t stop thinking about what you were really feeling because you began to fabricate your feelings so I didn’t feel bad. Every time you said that it was fine, I felt you pulling away, and I think that hurt more than the truth. It got to a point where I couldn’t sleep. I was never able to keep you off my mind but I completely lost my mind.” Alex said, gulping, his eyes searching mine for a reaction.

Wiping my finger under my eye, not realizing that I was actually crying, I bit my bottom lip, placing my hands in my lap.

Alex looked at me, tilting his head to the side, his fingers nervously playing with each other. “Will you say something?”

Glancing at him, I took one of his hands in mine, intertwining our fingers, watching as he curled his fingers over mine, a smile tugging at his lips.

Crawling over to him, I sat down beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. He stretched his legs out in front of him, wrapping his arm across my shoulders.

Curling into his body, I gasped as he picked me up, placing me in between his legs. Leaning my body against his, I ran a hand through my hair.

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he rested his forehead on my shoulder. “I love you, Logan. I never stopped.”

“I love you, too, Alex.” Placing my hand on his chest, I looked up at him, noticing a blush covering his cheeks.

Smiling softly, I rested my head against his chest, feeling him press his lips against mine head. “What happens now, Alex?”

He looked at me, his hand leaving my waist, digging around in his pocket as he gently pushed me off his leg.

Taking a deep breath, he bit his bottom lip, bringing his hand up to my vision, and there sat the velvet box that I was imagining I would see when he broke up with me.

Biting my bottom lip, I looked up at him, watching as he clumsily got on one knee. My eyes filled with tears, as I ran a hand through my hair.

He smiled, placing a hand on my cheek, wiping away the tear that fell from my eye. “I love you, Logan. And I'm sorry that I had to see what I was missing the hard way.

“I was stupid for ever thinking that I could live without you, and I know that you feel the same way about me.

“Logan, we were amazing. Sure we have things to work on but I love you. I can’t keep on telling myself that you can find someone better.

“I'm going to be selfish and want you to myself. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm going to ask you to marry me.”

Licking his lower lip, he looked at me, his eyes filling with tears, fearing the possible rejection. It was all happening so fast.

Just last week he wasn’t in my life, he wasn’t even acknowledging my presence, from what I'm aware of.

We were young and in love when we first started dating, and before that I never thought that I would even be with him.

But I was in love with him, and I wasn’t sure that I was ever going to stop loving him. He was the only one who was able to make or break me, and he broke me.

Though, the way he looked at me, searching my face for some sort of answer, I knew that he regretted breaking me, and he didn’t regret anything, except for fighting with Daniel.

Some people might think that I'm crazy. Michelle is going to freak out when I tell her. My mother is going to question my decision.

This was my decision, though.

&&.

Her eyes grew wide as she took my hand in hers, looking at the ring. “That motherfucker is huge.” Laughing, she brought it up closer to her face, examining every detail.

Biting my bottom lip, I laughed softly, nodding. “It’s a little too big but I wasn’t going to tell him that and upset him.”

Ryan looked at me, her eyes meeting mine. “Are you sure that this is what you want?” It was something I knew I was going to be asked, especially by her.

She would never tell me that I was making a mistake or tell me that I would be stupid to say no to him. It was always a question that made sure it was what I was okay with.

Nodding, I smiled. “It might not be the perfect relationship. Okay, it isn't the perfect relationship, obviously, but I still love him.”

“Does that mean that I get to be a Maid of Honor?” Smiling, her eyes grew wide, as she began to squeal, clapping her hands together in excitement.

Laughing, I nodded my head, rolling my eyes. “You’re going to be my Maid of Honor. I don't think that we’re going to get married for a while, though.”

Shrugging her shoulders, she stood up, pacing around the living room. “It doesn’t matter. Logan, we have so much that we need to do now. We’re going to have to get you a dress, and a wedding planner.”

I can feel the cold sweat dripping down my neck, and my eyes open quickly, there’s a lump in my throat, I feel like I can’t breathe.

My eyes glaze over with tears, there’s no weight on my finger, and there’s no more Alex in my life.