“What are you talking about, Samantha?” Ryker asks me as I press the little help button.
“My boyfriend, sorry I just kinda went on a mini rant. I just had to tell someone and you were there so I just started talking.” I sigh looking down at my lap.
“Don’t ever be sorry for letting out your emotions.” He says in an attempt at comforting me, but failing. I need Harry. I need to tell him everything. I need to tell him I forgive him, I love him, and I want to be with him forever, if he allows of course.
I need to talk to Savannah first though.
“I’m not used to letting out my emotions. This is new for me. I don’t know how to just let everything out, lay everything on the table. I am lost, Ryker, I don’t know how to do this. I don’t admit I can’t do anything, I don’t ask for help, I don’t tell anyone my emotions, I don’t wear them on my sleeve, I don't know how to do this.” I complain.
I’ve built a wall around me, never letting anyone in and trying not to venture outside myself. I didn’t build a wall to keep people out, it was intended to see who cared enough to climb over it and find me inside the brick building crying in the corner. The one who would slowly but surely pull every brick down, one by one, eventually letting me feel free. I hope one day I find someone to do that. And I kind of hope that person is Harry.
I’m too zoned out in my thoughts to notice that the doors had been open until the light shines in the elevator. I’m blinded by the light, not caused by the angel standing in front of me. I’m being pulled into him. I swear he’s an angel sent from heaven. The way his curls fall perfectly no matter what he had been doing. The rasp in his voice in the morning. Everything about him is part of a heavenly gift sent to me although I don’t deserve it.
“I know you said you needed your space and everything, but babe I love you, I can’t deny it any longer.”
“I love you, Harry.” I whisper as he pulls me into a hug. “I hated being away from you. IT hurt, Harry, it hurt to be away from you and that’s how I knew.” I whisper into his chest.
“The reason it hurts so much to be separate is because our souls our connected.” He whispers into my hair, quoting The Notebook.
“You quoted The Notebook?” I ask pulling away surprised. He nods. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
(A/N)
Hey guise super short double update cause I was so proud of myself because I quoted The Notebook twice so yeah:) xx love ya'll!
xx _DatWriterChick xx
