Forrest novel Chapter 51

MEGAN

Please?

I DIDN’T know why I had to beg, but I loved him. If I was being honest and set aside my hubris, I came because I was still hoping that we still had something to put back what we left, but my heart was scared that I let my hopes up for nothing. I couldn’t just handle another heartbreak.

Before I met him, I was commitment-phobic. I wasn’t looking for something more. I was just a woman who was looking for a short time pleasure and wanted nothing but sex and nothing to do with a man after we blew off some steam.

When Forrest came to my life, something shifted in me. I was done fooling around. I wanted more. I wanted a committed relationship—an intimate connection, a deep, meaningful, and a real relationship. And I found it in him.

“Please? What are you begging for?” He also looked in pain. I guessed we were both hurting with this whole situation.

My hand hung in the air, and my mouth gaped, but I couldn’t say a word.

“Do you still care for me, Megan?”

“Yes.”

“Do you miss what we had?”

“I do. Every damn day.”

“Do you think about me every bloody time?”

I wanted to walk closer to him, but my legs felt like they weighed tons. “Hell, yes.”

“Then why are you pushing me out of your life? You pushed me away once, and I was so damn stupid to walk out, but I thought to give you some time. You let me leave, and you didn’t even stop me.”

“You didn’t resist either. I waited for your call for the whole month, but I ended up disappointed and frustrated every damn time.”

“You let me leave, sounds familiar? How would I even call you when you technically threw me out of your life?”

We looked at each other. We realized that we were both doing the same for the whole month. We both let our egos ruined our relationship, that was why we were hurting.

I looked down. Admittedly, I was wrong. I realized that now.

“After I poured out my feelings and spilled the story of my whole life that nobody knew, and all I heard from you was, I can’t do this. I can’t fucking do this. I told you once, of what I am afraid of when the right time comes, and you will tell me that you can’t do this anymore. It happened, and I was hurt. Until now.”

“I know. I was just hurt.”

“And do you think I wasn’t?”

“I don’t know, Forrest. It’s just that, I had difficulty wrapping my head around everything, of who you really are.”

“You don’t know how hurt I was. I could barely bear the pain.”

I couldn’t find another word to say how sorry I was. All I could feel was regret and pain from deep down.

“Do you still care for me?”

I nodded and couldn’t look at him.

“Do you still want me?”