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Rated: 18+ · Short Story · Drama · #2029729
Too little, too late...
He pulled her forcefully to him, his lips seeking hers.

"I love you," he said. "I've been needing to tell you that for so long."

"You're only saying that because you're drinking. It's the beer talking, not you."

"No, that's not true. I'm not saying this because of the beer...it's because of the beer that I'm able to say it. I've loved you since the first time we met, but we were both married...what was the point?"

"So you've kept this from me all this time? You've caused me so much pain and all the while you loved me? How could you?"

She turned to walk away. He grabbed her and turned her to face him.

"So many times I wanted to tell you, but I was angry...angry at myself for allowing my heart to get involved. I've had plenty of affairs, but I've never fallen for anyone...until you."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better? You've screwed around on your wife so many times, but this time you had feelings? Well...now you have no wife...and you don't have me!"

"The only reason you're with that guy right now is because when your marriage ended, I wasn't smart enough to tell you how I feel. If I had, you'd be mine right now!" he said, pulling her against him.

Lips quivering with the temptation of being so close to the man she still loved, she took a deep breath and said, "No...you're wrong, I wouldn't be with you. I need a man, and that's just what I have. You're a child, with childish games. But what have you won? What have you won?"

She pulled away and walked out of his life, leaving him wallowing in a sea of regret.

~*~ April ~*~
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