Our reconnection was intense and deeply emotional, like much of our relationship had been. He muttered things to me while we made love—how beautiful he thought I was, how much he’d missed me, how much he needed me, how empty he’d been, how much he loved me. I couldn’t even speak to tell him I felt the exact same way. I was too overcome by the emotion in his voice. Then he said something that tore me.
“Don’t leave…I don’t want to be alone.” He had actual tears in his eyes as he looked down on me. “I don’t want to be alone, anymore.” ~Kellan
I thought you might want a ride." He practically purred the words.
S.C. StephensTag: kellan-kyle
I gently grabbed his face with my hands. "Don't leave me. You are mine...and I'm yours. I want you...and you can have me.
S.C. StephensYou are told from the moment you enter school that time is constant. It never changes. It is one of those set things in life that you can always rely on...much like death and taxes. There will always be sixty seconds in a minute. There will always be sixty minutes in an hour. And there will always be twenty-four hours in a day.
Time was not fluctuating. It moved on at the same, constant pace at every moment in your life.
And that was the biggest load of crap that I’d ever been taught in school.
Truth was, time did fluctuate. It was easy to lose hours or even days in a blink of an eye. Other times, it was a struggle to get through a mere hour. It ebbed and flowed as relentlessly as the
tides, and just as powerfully too. The moments that you wanted to last forever were the ones that were washed away all too soon. The moments that you wanted to speed up, were slowed down to a snail’s pace.
That was the truth of the matter.
I'll have a Denver omelet...thank you.
S.C. StephensI’m
not a monster, Kiera.
It was like we were both trying to hold onto something that was slipping through our fingers, and we didn't understand why. I understood more than him, of course, but just barely. I would never fully understand how I could have ever strayed from such a warm, sensitive and caring soul.
S.C. StephensTag: regret love-hurts thoughtless kiera
Can you lose something that was never yours to begin with?" - Keira
S.C. StephensTag: thoughtless keira sc-stephens
Sometimes family was the cruelest form of love there was, for no one could hurt you more than the people who created you.
S.C. StephensEverything about him had screamed, I"m going to take you right here and make you foreget your own name.
S.C. StephensTag: kiera
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