The Boy I Fell In Love With
One More Chance
Samantha's POV:
I was walking on the sidewalk, the biting cold slapping against my face. My heart burned inside my body, telling me to give Louis one more chance. But I couldn't just give in that easily. Life wasn't that easy. Heartache is difficult, like several winding paths all going different directions. Choose one path, can't look back.
My hands were shoved deeply into my pockets, but a hand reached out and grabbed one. I felt a spark, and only one person could do that. Louis.
His warm hand wrapped around mine. They fit perfectly together, like they were meant to be like that. Perfectly entwined. It was tempting, to leave my hand in his, but I yanked it out anyway.
"Let me get this straight," I began, looking him directly in the eyes. "The only reason I'm not running is because I'm tired. Don't get your hopes up."
"Why would I?" he almost shouted, not in the tone you'd think a person would use to get his girlfriend back. Quite the opposite, actually. The harshness in his voice was clear. "You never gave me the chance."
"Because you don't deserve one!" My voice had risen to a shout. The bystanders had stopped walking and looked at us, probably thinking we're a couple that had recently broken up. Not a couple that had broken up two years ago.
"Please," he said, his voice now just a cracked whisper. "One more chance."
I was walking on the sidewalk, the biting cold slapping against my face. My heart burned inside my body, telling me to give Louis one more chance. But I couldn't just give in that easily. Life wasn't that easy. Heartache is difficult, like several winding paths all going different directions. Choose one path, can't look back.
My hands were shoved deeply into my pockets, but a hand reached out and grabbed one. I felt a spark, and only one person could do that. Louis.
His warm hand wrapped around mine. They fit perfectly together, like they were meant to be like that. Perfectly entwined. It was tempting, to leave my hand in his, but I yanked it out anyway.
"Let me get this straight," I began, looking him directly in the eyes. "The only reason I'm not running is because I'm tired. Don't get your hopes up."
"Why would I?" he almost shouted, not in the tone you'd think a person would use to get his girlfriend back. Quite the opposite, actually. The harshness in his voice was clear. "You never gave me the chance."
"Because you don't deserve one!" My voice had risen to a shout. The bystanders had stopped walking and looked at us, probably thinking we're a couple that had recently broken up. Not a couple that had broken up two years ago.
"Please," he said, his voice now just a cracked whisper. "One more chance."
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