One in a million

Unwanted | 5 |

"So...what did you want to talk about?" H/n clears his throat uncomfortably as he sits down on the couch,

At the very sight of him, it feels as if I've lost all ability to speak and work my body properly, every single thought I've come here with knowing I've wanted to say or talk about vanishes,

I'm too scared to even move, let alone string together a sentence,

"Ummm—why? Why'd you publish this book?" I whisper, managing to get something out under his intense stare,

His gaze immediately drops to the book in my hand, and when I continue to look at him, a small smile forms on his face,

"Do you remember what the last line was in the ending I wrote?" He asks quietly

I frown shaking my head, and quickly open the book to the very ending,

Clearing my throat "it says...' with every broken piece of me that I attempt to hold together, the very pieces I've shattered myself, I pray she comes back, if not for my love...at least so I can selfishly look at her one more time, to potentially mend a part of my soul within her healing presence."

I feel tears fall down my cheeks but there are too many for me to hide, and I can't seem to even attempt to hold myself together,

"I wrote that book—for you, for me, for us" he admits

He sighs, his gaze filled with longing and sadness, "with the hope that maybe, someday, you'd see it and read it, and see that there was a single second that I didn't love you, that you'd see how I truly do love you with my entire heart"

"You...you said love, not loved" I whisper, tears flow even harder down my cheeks at his confession,

He suddenly stands and in record time is in front of me, his hands going to cup my cheeks and wipe My tears away,

"Believe it or not, but decades could pass and my love for you would never fade, my love isn't temporary, or a season, it's etched into me for eternity. Your heart, mind, and body will forever remain the definition of love for me" he whispers the words with so much love, so much truth, that it just makes me cry harder,

"I thought—that I'd come here, and find out you'd moved on, or that you hated me—and I was so scared for that potential outcome" I shake my head as I look down

"I'd never be able to hate you...but I honestly wouldn't blame you if you did me. I deserve it, I'd fully take every ounce of hatred you'd give me, I'm so sorry Angel, with everything in me I'm sorry that I made work my whole life and didn't show you how much I care and love you," he sighs, sadness evident in his voice as it cracks in between his words,

"Leaving you...that day—was the hardest thing I've ever had to do h/n, it took everything in me to walk out of that door, I thought that maybe in doing so I'd feel whole again, and yet I felt emptier than I ever had been, I regretted giving up on you every day, I wished we both talked, that we'd tried so much harder with each other" I admit

Tears stream down his face as we slowly make our way to the floor during our confessions, now fully sat down, me against the wall and him In front of me,

"Oh...and if you hadn't read into the small context clues, I love you, A lot, and I'm sorry for abruptly leaving like that...I know marriages can get difficult and I shouldn't have handled it that way" I say with a broken laugh

His smile is wide, it's so blinding, that it heals my heart, just a little bit,

"You still love me..." he whispers in disbelief as if talking to himself

I nod "I do, I love every broken piece of you, the beautiful, the ugly, and annoying, and everything in between" I shrug with a small smile

He shakes his head unbelieving once more, and tears continue flowing down his face, "you still love me" he repeats in a whisper as sobs start to rack his body,

His hug the next moment almost knocks the breath out of me, it feels right, we cling to each other, crying and holding one another,

I listen to him continue to apologize between sobs, he holds me to him as if he's afraid he'll open his eyes and realize I was never here,

"Does this mean you're willing to give us one more chance? To let me prove to you that all that was said in the book about my love for you was true? To show you that no job is as important as you by my side?" He whispers after who knows how long of us on the floor crying together, holding one another.

I smile knowing my answer, knowing deep within my heart that this time around he won't let a single moment pass where he shows that I'm loved and chosen by him, that I'm important,

Instead of answering him just this moment, I decided to cup his cheeks and pull his lips to mine, secretly securing the decision I'd made within me with a kiss that heals parts of our broken hearts.