cried. “You are the one for
me, and I haven’t ever doubted that, not seriously, not in the real
world.”
“What do you mean?” he turned his face down
to look into my eyes.
“I mean the way I used to view things like
this. Now it’s all pre-decided. I don’t have a choice or some major
thing will not happen or go wrong or whatever. In the real world,
you love someone because they’re so perfect for you, it makes you
crazy to think of how your life was without them. When they look
into your eyes, no matter how many times they’d done so before, it
makes your heart stop. It’s a love so real that you would rather
jump off a cliff than be without them.”
The whole time his face was lowered so that
he could look me in the eyes, and it remained there even after I
was finished. I had caught him off guard and now was my chance. I
looked up into his eyes and rose up onto my tiptoes again. I put my
hands behind his head feeling his silky hair. Next, I moved my hand
to his smooth freshly shaven cheek—he let me. I took a deep breath.
The smell of his cologne filled my nose—and my mind, a familiar,
amazing night. I slowly moved my lips to his, but I was still a
little short. He brought his mouth down to mine, and our lips
touched ever so slightly. I could feel the pain in his kiss. In
that moment, I knew he was still going to leave, but I didn’t care.
I grabbed onto the back of his head and forced his lips into mine;
he gave in, and soon we were on his bed.
In this moment, I was thinking of nothing
other than Dante. Taking in his smell, feeling the softness of his
skin, and taking in the perfection of his face. I couldn’t lose
him, but if I would, then I would need one hell of a night to
remember. I pulled his shirt up and took my lips away from his for
a moment; I pulled the shirt over his head and threw it onto the
floor.
“Wait,” he said as I went to kiss him again.
“I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want you to go, please don’t leave,”
I was crying like a little kid. I needed to do something to get it
across to him that I didn’t want anyone else.
“I need to Scarlett,” his voice was like
velvet, and his hand was on my back comforting me, but it didn’t
help.
“Why? I don’t understand this. For a while
when I first came back to the past, I was smarter than you; I knew
more about this than you. I was the one with answers. And now you
remember what happened before, you know everything you knew, and
you’re back to keeping things from me and doing what you think is right.”
“Scarlett, this has to be right. I don’t know
why, not yet, but everything could depend on this. Our future could depend on this.”
“I can’t do this; I don’t know what everyone
expects from me. I’m supposed to be super powerful and all knowing;
I’m supposed to be able to get over the love of my life and make
myself fall in love with someone else and for what?”
“I don’t know, but maybe we should,” he said
as he grabbed the book from his drawer. He flipped the page and
began to read. “It doesn’t say.”
“What? What do you mean it doesn’t say? What
if there is no reason at all, what if this is a mistake?”
“You can feel it; I know you can. That’s why
you couldn’t take your eyes off him.”
“When will I see you again?” I asked.
“I don’t know. My ride is waiting
outside.”
“What? Already? You’re leaving right now?” I
cried.
I felt hopeless, and desperate, but that
desperation gave me no ideas. There was nothing, not a chance that
I could change this.
He looked at me, his eyes burning through my
soul. I closed my eyes, and a single tear escaped. This seemed like
the end. I felt like I wouldn’t see him for a hundred years—which
would be possible as long as neither of us were murdered or had a
horrible, tragic accident. I had the future that I’d dreamt up burn
down within the course of a day. I had my heart break over someone
who I thought would
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