Deep Regression

Selena....Codat

Peter's Point of view.

I choked at the last second, What the hell am I doing? I love this girl don't I? She deserves to be happy doesn't she?
Then why am I holding her back from something like that?
I'm stuck between a mental crossroad. Should I ask her, the girl of my wishes? Should I reject her?
What am I doing?!?!
The fear of her rejection pushing me up against a hard wall with a train slowly coming towards me.
"Pete, are you okay?"
Her voice, oh god her voice, it's like listening to a thousand different choirs sing.
"Fine, just driving us home."
"Uh- Ya-Listen-"
"Your not okay with the renovation are you." I sigh into the steering wheel.
"No, I'm fine with that, it's just..."
"What?" Curiosity hitting me hard.
"I kind of thought that you were going to..propo-"
"Selena, I don't want to have this conversation anymore."
It was only a reminder of my cowardliness.
"Oh." She whispers lowly.
I meant to propose to her on that hill, but I choked and quickly put the ring in my pocket. Replacing it with my note.
We're almost their and she begins to pull away from me.
Selena doesn't touch my hand, she doesn't lay down on my shoulder, and she won't speak another word to me.
I keep quiet and wait
for the apartment building to come into view.
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I throw my keys onto the kitchen island and sigh loudly.
Selena passes by me and goes straight into her room. She's closing herself off from me.
The door slams shut and I know her fury is just about to hit. Time to tame the beast.
"Oh God, SELENA! I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT!" I yell to her.
"I swear." I whisper.
No answer, and I worry. She can't run away from me, she can't block herself off, and she can't turn back.
Quickly I run to her door and try the door knob. It unlocks and let's me into her room.
I haven't been in here for so long.
"Selena?"
Then I hear the worst sound in the world. My heart cracking and her concealed sobs.
"Hone-"
"DONT CALL ME THAT!" She yells through the pain.
I walk over to her side of the bed and kneel in front of her tear stricken face. Streaks of it running.
"Oh, Sel, I-"
"Peter, You have no right to call me that anymore."
She turns over on her other side, away from me.
I climb up in bed and lay behind her. Selena flips and shoves me away.
"DONT TOUCH ME!"
"I'm going to touch your hand, please don't Brush it away."
I pull the circle that means so much to me, out of my pocket and grab ahold
of her hand.
"I SAID DONT TOUCH!"
She tries to rip her hand from my grip but I keep it strong.
"Selena, Listen to me."
"No!"
"Listen to me now Selena."
"I don't care!"
I slide the sliver band on her ring finger and wait for her response.
"Do you love me?" I whisper as I hear her breath catch in her throat.
"Y-Y-Yes." she whispers.
"Do you care for me?"
"Yes."
"Sel."