“I missed you.” She began abruptly. “I just don’t understand why you ran from me when you saved my life. I’ve thought about it for years, and I’ve read all of those posts you’ve made, but I still don’t understand the why. Can you tell me, or do you need more time to adjust?”
Hearing this, I was quite nervous. I don’t know why just hearing the question made me shake so much, but it probably had to do with going back there again. It wasn’t a good time during the previous days, as the mental damage was pretty bad, but I guess that I should do it for her anyways. She deserves at least that much.
“You see, when I pulled you out, I had no idea on what it would do to you. Honestly, it was an unexpected result, and I didn’t even expect to be able to do that myself. It just kinda happened, and so I didn’t know what I should do about you or myself for that matter.” I said somberly.
I paused right then to get some water to make sure that what I said next didn’t come out the wrong way. After downing the entire glass, I pursed my lips and braced myself for what might happen next.
“When you found out about this world being safe, you suddenly began to change unexpectedly. During that, I just had the strongest gut feeling that I needed to run away from you as fast as I could.” I continued. “I honestly didn’t want to run, but from what I’ve learned, even before you appeared in my life, is to always trust my gut. When it says to jump, I jump. When it says to run away from the pretty girl, you better bet that I’m going to be running. It’s funny how many times it has saved me on my travels.”
“So, you ran through sheer instinct?” she asked me.
I don’t know if she was trying to grill me for a response she wanted, or what, but at this point, it wasn’t on my point of focus. I digress, back to the talk.
“Yeah” I answered, “That’s more or less what had happened.”
She was taken aback by my straightforward answer. She stopped for awhile, seemingly pondering something, and muttering to herself. I figured at the time that she had been given quite a bit to think about, and needed some time to think.
It was silent for the few minutes as she pondered something. It was a somber feeling during the silence.
“I’m sorry…” she said suddenly “I came into your life and it ruined your life. I don’t deserve you…”
Her voice began to crack, and tears began to pour from her eyes. At this, I was conflicted on what I should do, stay still or comfort her. For once, my gut was silent on the matter, and so I figured that I’d just do what I felt was best. I went over and gave her a hug. Of course, it was a bit awkward for me since she was leaning forward onto the table, and so it was more like I was draping my body onto hers, but I don’t think that’s important.
she kept crying, but I do think that I helped a little. I wasn’t sure about what I should have done, so I just stood there holding her as she cried.
just so you know, this chapter will be split into two parts because I’m not done with it just yet. I’ll have the rest posted tomorrow.