Chapter 14 (1/2)

Heart Aches

[Allen’s POV]

Jessica agreed to my request, she understand me. I know both of us are hurting but we still do it.

I keep seeing her being pick and send her back home. By the man I saw who before. He looks okay, Jessica allowed him to court her and to get to know him better. We both continue being friends even though we both know that what we feel for each other is more than that.

“His okay, we have a lot in common.” Jessica said to me.

“It is good that you will get to know him better.” I answered. He nodded at me.

After a few months. From Jessica’s room, in front of their house. I saw how Jessica  answered the guy, he embraced her and lift her up. The guy is so happy. It hurts to see the person you love is other peoples girlfriend.

“Do you love him?”

“I love him, but not as much as I love you.”

“Stop that, you already have a boyfriend so you should only love him.”

“You’re right, I’m happy with him and, our relations.h.i.+p is getting better. By the way his name is Chris” Then she smiled at me.

Jessica cried every night, but years pa.s.sed it gradually lessens as years pa.s.sed.

Two years pa.s.sed. The day came when Jessica graduated from college. She is still in relations.h.i.+p with Chris. And I saw How Chris really love Jessica. His responsible, caring, and gentleman to Jessica. I know he fits with her.

I still love Jessica, even it kills me to see her love and be love by someone else. I’m happy  cause I know it’s for her. I know that Jessica loves me until now because I can see her and its obvious.

I’m here under her bed and cant do anything to have her. Tonight she cry, I can hear her. I also cried. I really want to hug her, but I’m scared that if I did, her feelings for me will not lost. I feel bad and guilty for Chris, because of me Jessica cannot fully love him back.

After a month, in the night Jessica come slowly inside her room and looked at me, I know  she is going to tell me something important. I’m nervous.

[Jessica’s POV]

I slowly entered my room, I saw him sitting on my bed. I look at him. I know he sense that I have important thing to say. I smiled at him and went closer to him.

I sat down by his side and look at him. I hold hid hands.

“Your hand fits mine, like it’s made just for me.” I sung while playing his hands, tears falling in my eyes.

I look at him, his face wondering to what will I say. I took courage before I speak to him.

“He proposed to me..” I said smiling and still crying. He said nothing and just listen to me.