Bab 88: I want you back

I stood in the rain drenched, my clothes felt sticky against my skin. And the man who broke my heart had his arms wrapped around my waist tightly.

The rain quiets down. I could hear the ruefulness of the pain deluged in his cries. And it made my heart throb as rolls of agonizing tears wheel down my face.

"Forgive me, love." He whispered against my skin. The heated calefaction of his words carted through the small area of my skin his cold lips are touching, sending thrills to quaver in my tummy.

"Forgive you?" The word played on the strings of my jagged heart.

I strummed my fingers into his wet dark hair. My fingers felt chilly cold.

"I need you to get up Brad." I gently unwrapped his arms around my waist and took a step back.

I now know we being apart did hurt him too. The attestation of the hell he went through is transparently induced in the pain reflecting on his face.

"Please don't leave me, " His face gleamed with panic.