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KIMBERLY
"I don't care how complicated this gets, I still want you," I mutter to him.
"Why do you want something so broken?"
"Broken isn't the same as unfixable," I respond.
"Nobody can fix me, I'm part of the problem," He declares.
"I don't want to fix you, Max," I reply. "Maybe it's not always about trying to fix something broken. Maybe it's about starting over and creating something better.," I curve my lips. "I want you to show me the deepest part of your consciousness. I want to see the twisted thoughts, the monsters, the horrors, that keep you up screaming late into the night. I want to understand the intricate and fragile design that is your mind. I want to meet your demons and hear the things they whisper in your ear. I want to hold your hand as they tear you apart, so you know that you are not alone."
Max backs down from my touch. "I can't let you do this,"
"Do what?"
"Lose yourself for me," He denies with his head. "You don't deserve it and I'm really sorry I let everything get this deep,"
"Are you being serious?" I raise my voice.
"Kimberly, I'm doing this for you,"
I laugh sarcastically. "Oh, really? That is so nice of you!"
He rolls his eyes. "Listen, I can't do this, I would never forgive myself for hurting you,"
"Can't you see that?" I spat. "I'm ready to be hurt again,"
"Kimberly, stop it," He spats and turns around to leave my apartment.
"Max, if you leave I swear," I start but his voice stops me.
"If I leave what is gonna happen?" He replies. "You will forget about me in two days and pretend that I have never existed in your life,"
"I just spilled all my feelings and you tell me this?" I say surprised. "You are one piece of shit," I mutter angrily.
"I'm doing this because I love you," He raises his voice.
"You are not, you are doing this because you are afraid," I state. "Now do as you please and leave but remember that I won't chase you,"
Max looks down at me and starts denying with his head. "I hate you," He states before he leans over and kisses me roughly. A long, deep kiss filled with promise and passion. I loved the way he kissed me. Like he is drinking in the taste of me and still coming back thirsty. The kiss feels needed, needed by both of us. A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer.
"Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life." He mumbles.
