It always ends

four

Ace

I watched her laugh and smile as she spoke about the book.

Her soft voice eased my mind and brought me a sense of relief.

She's really here, with me. I didn't think I'd ever see her again.

The time we spent apart had been living hell for me.

I thought of her all the fucking time. There wasn't a moment where I didn't.

And as the years went by, the longing for her only increased. I bottled everything up and pushed it away or tried to, at least.

I love you, the words lingered in my mind. I never got to tell her properly and now, I still don't know how.

Seeing her happy truly warmed my stone cold heart.

I don't think I ever made her this happy. She was never like this around me.

Overtime, I've accepted that I wasn't good for her and that she's better of without me but that didn't stop the longing in my heart.

I wanted nothing more than to have her in my arms again.

But deep down I know, I was slowly breaking her—no, I broke her. I was the one who took the light out of her. I shattered her heart.

I thought I was protecting her. I wanted to shield her from the truth because I knew it would ruin her.

And in the end, I ruined her.

She had given me her heart and what did I do? I threw it away and watched it shatter like glass. Like it was nothing. It was everything.

It killed me knowing I broke her heart.

Her sobs and 'I love you's crowded my mind constantly

Even after all these years, she has my heart. She just doesn't know it... yet.

I'm going to do everything I can to show her.

I want her back and I'm not going to fucking let her go like the idiot I was back then had done.

"You're not even listening to me!"

I wetted my lips, "You were saying something about a hot guy with tattoos named Ace."

She made a face of hidden amusement and slight embarrassment, "No! I was talking about the quote! Isn't it beautiful?"

I stared at her. "Yes."

If it was possible, she's even more beautiful than I remembered.

"You weren't even listening."

"Guilty." I said monotonously, raising my hands in surrender. She ignored me and recited the quote once more. I stared at her lips, wanting to capture them with my mine.

She rolled her pretty eyes, noticing I wasn't really listening and closed the book. She put it down on the coffee table and chucked a couch pillow at me.

I caught it.

"I'm so done with you." she groaned.