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• Chapter 19—
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• Ugh....my head....why was it throbbing?! I didn’t need to hear my heart pulsating, thank you very much! Groaning, I sat up, holding my head. My eyes wrenched themselves open to see darkness. Sight wasn’t necessary to know I was in my room. How long was I knocked out? Where was Eros?
• “Eros...” I called weakly, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and wobbling to the door. Mumbling came from the other side of the door, beckoning me to go to the source. I reached out for the door handle when I heard something that made me freeze. It took me a minute to clear my mind of the thumping, but I was pretty sure what I heard was correct. I cracked the door open just a bit so I could hear Eros and Keith talking.
• “Are ya serious?” Keith asked quietly. Eros’ response was too hushed for me to hear. “When is she going tuh get here?”
• This time, I caught what Eros said. “I don’t know.... I only heard her thoughts a few minutes ago. There’s no telling when she’ll arrive.”
• Who are they talking about? Who’s this ‘she’? I crept down the hallway, pressing my body close to the wall in case they happened to pass by.
• “What are ya goin’tuh do?” Keith whispered.
• “I don’t know....” Eros sighed. I peered through the wood railing that attached to the stairs and gave me a slim view of Eros sitting at the kitchen table. He had his elbows on the table with his hands laced in front of his mouth. No wonder why his voice was so muffled. I crouched and wrapped my fingers around the rails. (Bold=Keith, italic=Eros)
• “Are ya going tuh leave?”
• “I could never do that to Jamie.... it would kill her if I left without saying anything.”
• “But ya don’t want...her tuh come here, right?”
• “No.” There was pause between them in which they both heaved a sigh, Keith readjusting in his seat. I ducked lower to get a better sight and audio. Eros rubbed his hands over his face, through his hair, and to the nape of his neck where he kept his head hung. What was going on?! Who was coming here?!
• “This is earlier than expected.... I thought she’d at least take a year, maybe a month less, to find me...I didn’t expect for her to...” his voice trailed off. One thing clicked with another and it all made sense. Gasping, I stood up—heart extremely heavy—and made my way to the top of the stairs. They finally noticed me.
• “Eros....” I whimpered, tears running down my face. He shot up from his seat and it fell backwards. I tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t. A cry escaped my lips and my hands fled to my face to silence it. Eros bounded up the stairs and wrapped his arms around me. I shoved him off and gripped his shirt. “It’s Psyche, isn’t it?!” I barked, shaking him slightly. He looked at me horrified. Had he not expect me to find out so easily?
• “Jamie, I--”
• “Oh god, it is!” I wailed. This time, I subdued to his embrace and buried my face in his chest. “Don’t leave me, Eros! I’m begging you! You can’t leave!” I pulled back so I could stare into his eyes. They showed much grief, yet no explanation or denial. I gawked as he said nothing. “You’re gonna let her take you from me....aren’t you?”
• “There’s nothing I can do. She’s found me and she’s too close for me to try and escape.” He mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
• “DON’T SAY THAT!” I roared, hitting him in the chest with my fist. “You can’t go with Psyche! You can’t! You belong here with me, and Keith, and Taylor! Please.... you have to do something.... maybe you can convince her to let you stay--”
• “Even if I tried, I couldn’t negotiate with her. I’ve tried on many different basis....but to no avail.” He replied. These words that befell his lips, they were so....wrong! There was no way that ‘no false words shall befall his lips’. He was doing it right now! My trembling hands released his shirt, my knees melted, and I collapsed to the floor with my head down. The tears didn’t stop. They only got heavier. No... I didn’t want him to go. He was supposed to be here until Christmas, at least. This was too soon for me. We had just devoted ourselves to the other. And for Psyche to show up and threaten our love....
• Eros bent down and laid his hand on top of my head. I smacked it away in fury.
• “You’re no god... for you to give up so easily...is a trait of a mortal. Nor you or I are either!” I seethed. “You can’t possibly want to go back to her! You said so yourself! So why are you throwing the towel down? It’s completely pathetic...You rather be miserable with a woman who isn’t faithful than be happy with someone who would never hurt you and loves you more than anything!?”
• “It’s not like that!” he objected.
• “Yes it is! You’re letting your..,” I forced myself to say that wretched word, “Wife steal you away even though you said you moved on!”
• “If I didn’t move on, then why do you think I’m with you!?” he barked.
• “Because you love me more than her!” I retorted. What was I saying? Their commitment was far greater than what I was willing to go through. I was just his girlfriend. Psyche was his....wife. When put like that, I sounded like a whore. Was I digging myself a hole or what? I shook my head. “Who am I kidding? Of course you don’t love her more than me...” I laughed dryly.
• “But I do, Jamie! I really do!” he promised.
• I looked back up at him with my tear-filled eyes and whispered, “Then don’t leave....” He inhaled heavily and shut his eyes.
• “It’s more difficult than you think....” he interjected. I scoffed.
• “How difficult could it possibly be?!” I fumed. I could tell he had enough of it by the way he clapped his hands together and put the forefingers to his lips. He leaned down to touch me when I swatted him away again.
• “NO! I can’t take it anymore! I HATE YOU!” I cried. Standing up, I ran up to my room and slammed the door behind me. I stood in the darkness, mind reeling, breathing too shallow for me to handle. My blood was boiling too much for me to realize I had just told the only guy I’ve ever loved I hated him. That was the first time he’s ever raised his voice at me as well. At least I was over the whole vertigo thing. I flopped down on my bed, face in pillow, and continued to cry my eyes out. It was well past 11 o’clock for sure, I didn’t care. I couldn’t sleep. The only thing on my mind was the why and the when Psyche was going to take her man back. Jeez was I selfish... I had said ‘steal you from me’ to express how I felt. I’m not sure if that’s what I should’ve said to him. I always was blind when in an argument.
• Sniffling, I settled down and decided I’d better go to sleep before he could come in and apologize—I most likely would accept it. But I couldn’t be so easy this time. I had to take his guilt and run with it until I got what I wanted from him. Plus, he wouldn’t be able to leave without saying sorry and having me believe him. To control this advantage, I’d have to completely ignore him for however much more time I had left with him. I knew it was going to hurt both of us, but I had to do this. It was my last resort in order to save my decaying heart.
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