Alone I'm Broken, But With You I'm Complete [ A Paul love and Imprint story]

Chapter 13 Connected on Higher Level

Chapter 13 Connected on Higher Level

After a though minutes, I got comfy and he started talking again. As he talked you could tell the more he talked about it, the more it helped and made him feel a little better each time.

"Can I ask you something about Kate" I said rather nervously. Not knowing how he would feel about me asking or reacting about it. "What was she like"

He smiled in a sad, but happily way. "Kate was always… well she was always so calm and looked on the bright side of life no matter what kind of situation she was in and was always thinking positive. Her spirit reminds me so much of Jane since she's always coming up with new wisdom sayings " he paused like he was thinking back and trying to put her into words. "Her Dream was to go into child care to help children in rough homes like us. But my mum couldn't afford the college for her with the little money she had. It was too expensive and my dad spent practically all the money we had on alcohol, leaving barely enough for food as it was. So she worked in the dinner trying to earn the money for it. But even than she still gave over half of the money to help towards paying the house. Which meant it was going to take her forever for her Dream to come true." he said rather guiltily and sorry. "Out of everyone I knew she deserved it the most. Even now she still did deserve it more than everyone I've ever know." The way he talked about her showed no doubts about him looking up to her and loving her with everything he had.

"You really looked up to her. Didn't you?" I stated not being able to help myself.

"Of course I did. How could I not" he said as if it would be breaking the law if he didn't. He looked down at me with sad and gentle eyes. "I will never be able to forget her. In my screwed up life she was always the only one ever truly there and understood me." He paused in a regrettable way as if to show he was ashamed or troubled of something that had to do with his sister's death. "It changed me for a while"

"We all have our own way of dealing with…" I gave a pause which was kind dramatic, as I tried to think of a way to put it without being incentive "with difficult situations".

"Yeah, but some people's way of dealing with a situation affects other people who haven't done anything wrong" he told me sadly.

"What you trying to say?" I asked not really sure if I wanted to find out, what he was on about. I mean sure I knew, since you see it in the movies of how some people's way of dealing with it is not exactly a good way. But still, Why? Why? Was he saying all of this.

"Well, let's just say I wasn't exactly the nicest person in the world. Picking on a though kids once in a while, getting in a load of trouble in and out of school and not caring about how I acted to anyone." he said cautiously. I turned my head so that I could look at him probably, to see if his face told different towards how he felt about what he had done. Thankfully I couldn't find any. Which comforted me by making me feel a little better about it. But it didn't change the fact that I was still a bit unsure about what he was admitting. Than he added "To be totally honest. I'm glad you didn't meet me in school since you've only seen a little of what a jerk I was. When we bumped into each other the day we first met" he told me sounding relived and confidant.

"What's to say then, that your still that type of person" I said afraid of his response.

"I've changed! I'm not that person anymore" he said full of confidence. "I've had help to opened my eyes and realize. I had to let go and change".

I looked at him. "It's never easy to let go or move on even if you really believe or think that you have" I said being realistic. But also knowing or from my experience that when you do believe, it will always come back to haunt you. Since all you'd done, or all I had done was buried it deep within myself.