A New Beginning

I sighed and opened the window and stepped back from it to allow Brian in my bedroom. He climbed into my room and stood directly in front of me. For a few moments we just examined each other and how time had changed us over the few years that we hadn't been communicating. I stared into his coffee shaded eyes and felt warmth spread throughout my body as it had when I was with him when we were teenagers. I blushed as the feeling passed through. Brian cracked a crooked grin. He must've been able to tell I was blushing... Even in the dark.I shook my head at him. I didn't know what to say to him, so I just waited for him to speak.

After a few minutes of us continuing to stare each other down, he spoke.

"Emma," He started.

"I.. I never... I never meant to be so hurtful torward you... I was just upset, and I couldn't really talk... So all those mean things... The mean things just spilled out."

"Brian... If you never meant those things... Why didn't you ever come after me? Why didn't you try to talk to me? I thought you hated me for leaving. I thought you hated me for doing what was best for myself and for my career." Tears started welling in my eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me you loved me earlier? Then I wouldn't have left."

"I didn't talk to you because I thought you would have hated me for all the things I said. I thought you didn't love me back. I was embarrassed and ashamed of myself."

"I'm surprised that you thought that I didn't love you, honestly. I thought I made it obvious with all the flirting and hinting. Hell, I even straight out said it to you... Multiple times... But you just thought I was joking."

"I was oblivious to that... I really was. I can't even imagine how hurt you were... Harlow told me that you cried a lot." He said to me.

I stepped back away from him and spoke. "Crying wasn't the only thing I did, Brian."

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. I walked across the room and pulled the string on the lamp to get some light in the room. I squinted at the change in brightness. I stood in front of him again and rolled up my sleeves and outstretched my arms torwards him so he could see the scars from the depression I had been in. He opened his mouth to speak, but I spoke before him.

"I cut myself, Brian. These aren't even the worst of them. There's worse on my thighs... Way worse. I barely ate for months... And when I did eat, it ended up going straight out of me. I vomited nearly every time."

He tried to speak again, but I cut him off and continued.

"I lost thirty-five pounds in a short amount of time... I barely slept. I attempted suicide by try-" He cut me off there.

"You tried to commit suicide? Emma, why would you do that? You're worth more than that. You shouldn't have been upset over a dumbfuck like me."

"No, Brian." I said.

"I was so upset because I thought I had lost the best thing that ever happened to me. I never even got over you."

When I said that, Brian pointed my chin up torward him. He leaned forward torward me, so close that I could feel the heat of his breath on my lips. As our lips were about to meet, my phone rang, cockblocking us. I swore under my breath, and pulled back away from him. I walked to my nightstand to see who was calling me at such a late time. Of course, it was the professional cockblocker. Harlow.