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WE MIGHT BE DEAD BY TOMORROW
It was finally time to leave and I hesitated as soon as my hand hit the door knob. 'What if it just makes it worse?' I thought to myself. I took a deep breath in and ignored the queasy feeling in my stomach. I opened the door and walked out of my house. The wind immediately hit my body and I slightly struggled to close my door. It was softly raining, but I thought nothing of it and just kept walking. Slowly, the rain kept hitting harder. "Fuck." I muttered to myself and hugged my body a little tighter. I loved him, but was this right? I truly didn't know. The rain hit harder and harder, until it started to hail harshly. I got to his house and softly knocked on the door. My hair was a mess and my clothes were wet. He opened the door and held a guilty look on his face. "Hey, d." I weakly said. I had all this nervousness inside my body before I came, but as soon as I saw his face all I could think about was love. I loved him, so fucking much that it possessed everything in me. "Hey, Ally." He said and looked me in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Dante. I'm so sorry." I apologized and he didn't say anything for a while. "I should be sorry and I am." He muttered. "Ok, but I forgave you basically yesterday, so what else is there to be sorry about?" I weakly smiled, trying to not look so confused. He looked down, as if he was trying to come up with the words. "I don't know if I, uh, love you al." He finally pushed out and I felt myself break in that exact moment. My chest got heavy and my heart pounded just a little faster. I tried to keep up with my breath and seem okay, but I wasn't. I wasn't okay. Tears brimmed my eyes. "You-you don't love me?" I said weakly and hoped he'd say he did love me. "I think I do, but is this even right?" He questioned. "We fight every single time we're by each other and our friends. We always make up, but just to fight the next day. I do love you, and I'm sure about that now. But I know this isn't right and I really want it to be. It isn't, though. This isn't how we're supposed to be." He stated and watched me break even more. "Oh." I said and turned to leave his porch. The rain immediately hit every part of my body and the wind pushed up against me. And I waited. I waited for his hand to softly grab my wrist, just like he did when we first met and a hundred times after. But he didn't. I waited for him to tell me that he did love me and that he really did want to be together. But he didn't. I waited for a kiss, even. But it didn't come. I looked back at him and saw him still staring sadly at me. After a little bit of hesitating, I ran to him and kissed him. One last time. One last spark through my body. One last jolt of affection. He kissed back and wrapped his arms around me. I did the same. The rain and thunder poured. But I didn't think about that. He was my relief. Was.
