Chapter 39
"I'm gonna head up to my room." He whispered turning and walking slowly up the stairs.
Nyla watched him leave and slowly sunk to the couch, she was shaking so bad she couldn't hold herself up any longer. What had she done? It was all so stupid and she didn't know why she hadn't said anything, why?
Slumping over on the couch, she let in to her sobs, he'd have still been with her, they'd be together now if she'd only asked him. What had she done? She couldn't stop crying and all she wanted now was to tell him, tell him how sorry she was, make it up to him, but she feared it was too late, too late for that and too late for a second chance.
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Nick slumped down on the bed and sighed, his head in his hands. He finally knew the truth and he had to admit that he was relieved, greatly. Where to go from here though?
Lifting his head, he stared out blankly. He hadn't been expecting her to tell him what she did, he didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it wasn't that. He just couldn't believe it, she thought he'd cheated on her, and she ended their relationship because of it.
Nick knew he should be upset, very upset, but...he wasn't, he just couldn't seem to be. Relieved, he was very relieved, relieved and hurt. It was a pain unlike anything he'd ever felt before; it wasn't like when their relationship ended, no this was a different kind of pain.
She'd hurt him more when she accused him of cheating than when she'd broken up with him and she probably didn't realize. To accuse him of cheating only to never come right out and confront him about it was such a slap in the face.
He'd never been anything but loyal to her in the three years they'd been dating and he thought she knew him well enough to know he'd never cheat on her, ever. She was everything to him; she never made him feel that he had to have someone else that he wanted to be with anyone else.
While to him he could even understand where she'd think he was, what he didn't understand was why she never asked him about it, really asked him. Asking him if he had anything to tell her, that could be anything, anything. The more he thought about it, it seemed to him that at the time she didn't want him to tell her, that she really didn't want him to tell her, she could play dumb so she could be devastated later.
Lying back on the bed, he stared up at the ceiling. They'd still be together right now; he'd still be with her if she'd only asked. The thought made his heart race, they'd be in each others arms, hugging and kissing right now if only things had been different.
Shaking his head he closed his eyes as a lone tear made it's way down his cheek. He wanted it to be different, and he wanted what he lost.
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Standing shakily, she slowly made her way up to her room, her body weak and tired. She couldn't even begin to fathom what she'd done, couldn't even begin to think about it. It hurt too much to remember, to think of all the time and all the pain and hurt they both had gone through and were going through now only cause of what she never dared to find out the truth to.
How many before her had made the same mistake? And like her, how many had never had a second chance? Never had the opportunity to apologize? Making her way into her room, she sat heavily on the bed, looking out the window. She had to talk to him, she had to tell him how sorry she was and hope that he'd believe her that he'd forgive her, that he'd give her the chance that she never gave him.
Nyla had no idea how to make up for lost time, what could she possibly say to him? She had no clue. She didn't know what to expect from him either, would he yell? Refuse to talk to her? She didn't know if she could handle that, even after they'd broken up, he still talked with her, even if it was strained. She had to try, she had to give it a shot, and if she still wanted to remain friends she would. He was important to her and she at least wanted to be his friend, she stood and made her way out the room and over to his, she hoped for at least that.
