The story he told me about his ex flashes in my mind.
She never understood...what my work means to me.
She bribed my assistant...and someone fucking died.
Everything suddenly becomes crystal clear, and even though I've been an idiot for so many times in the past,thisis the one time my brain cells actually work to my advantage, and I start crying again because I can already feel the pieces of my heart stitching themselves back together.
"Please."
So that's why he's said all of those hurtful things.
"Will you let me explain?"
He broke my heart...because I had broken his first.
"I thought you were lying to me," he says rawly. "I thought it was the past repeating itself again. I'm so fucking sorry I hurt you—-"
I want to tell him that he hasnothingto be sorry about. Want to tell him that I get that everything is just one huge misunderstanding, and what's important is that we never wanted to hurt each other in the first place.
I wish I could say all of those things, but since I'm crying too hard, all I can do is shake my head, and that's when his face whitens.
"Please, little thorn. Just let me explain—-"
I realize too late that he's mistaken my response for rejection.
"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sor—-"
He stops speaking when I throw myself in his arms, and as I wrap my arms around his neck as tightly as I can...
He finally hears what my lips are unable to say, but my heart has been crying out all this time.
I love you, too.
Epilogue
Him:I'm on my way.