That was him. I stood crouched behind a trash can, hiding trying to choke back my tears as I heard the door of the bar close. I peeked around to see that he had gone back inside before standing up and staring at the door. The overwhelming feeling of anger rose through my body and I picked up a bottle from the floor and threw it against the wall of the opposite building, wishing I could go back inside, take his beautiful face in my hands and kiss him like it was the last thing I would ever do. I leant against the wall and sunk down putting my head in my hands as I cried softly. This was the first time I had seen him in 10 years and I just walked away... I couldn't face him now. There was nothing I would be able to do to fix the pain I had put him through when he thought I had died, especially since by now he will have moved on... why reopen old scars? I looked at the sky and spoke up to the stars.
"Why did it have to be this way?" I whispered, my breath steaming up in the cold air. I felt a single tear run down my cheek wishing that everything had turned out differently and that I had decided to stay with Andy. I stood up and pulled my cardigan round my shoulders and began walking back to my apartment, thinking of him the whole way home, and how my life could have been different. I was lost in thoughts of white dresses and fancy houses when I heard a crunch behind me. I stopped and my blood ran cold as I slowly turned around to see no-one behind me. I knew someone was there and someone was watching me, as I began to walk faster. As my building came into sight, I broke into a run to escape my pursuer. I heard their feet smacking against the pavement as they chased after me, I pushed the door to my building open and sprinted up one flight of stairs, running down the hallway to my room. My heart was racing as I fumbled with my keys pushing them into the lock, the door swung open and I rushed inside and pushed the door to close it, but someone pushed back on it, keeping it open. I cried out as I tried to push the door closed without success. The person on the other side pushed harder and the door sprung wide open throwing me onto the floor. I closed my eyes. I pictured Andy in my mind, if this were to be my last moments, I wanted him to be the last thought in my head.
I heard the intruder step into the room and closer to me, thats when it hit me, the familiar smell of cigarettes and aftershave. I was scared to open my eyes incase I was wrong, but I couldn't keep them closed any longer if I was right. I looked up, to see his face lit only by moonlight, bouncing off his hollowed cheeks, the trail of his tears shining and his eyes looked like they were glowing as he stared at me. He took a step towards me slowly and I stood up, never breaking eye contact. Closing his eyes for a few seconds and then opening them again before hesitantly reaching out his hand to touch my cheek. I shut my eyes and shivered at the familiar touch of his icy fingertips as they brushed along my cheek bone. Suddenly, his lips were pressed to mine in a desperate kiss, with his hands pulling me into him as they wound around my waist and my hands found their way instinctively into his hair. I felt like I was 17 again, falling in love with him all over again. My heart was beating faster than it ever had and I felt as though it would beat straight out of my chest if it didn't slow down soon. He pushed me on to the bed, before pulling away to look at me again. Then he sat up next to me, holding one hand and spoke.
"Scar... I don't understand, you... died?..." He winced at the word like it hurt him. I reached up and stroked his face and he pulled me into his lap before continuing, "Am I losing it?... Am I seeing things?" I stroked his cheek. He looked so different to the last time I'd seen him. He had lost weight from his face, making his jawline more defined and his cheeks sink into his face. He had cut his hair shorter, making him look more serious and mature. His eyes still shined, but they looked tainted by a sadness which had haunted him... was that my fault? I wiped a tear from his cheek and gave him a small smile. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes.
"When they got me to hospital, I was almost dead... but I pulled through. Then these two men came to see me, and asked me if I wanted protection from my mother..." I looked him in the eyes, "I didn't realise that meant losing you, until it was too late, and then I didn't want to hurt you by coming back." I watched the tears begin running down his cheeks as he kissed my forehead and lay back, pulling me up on to his chest and wrapping his arms around me.
"I missed you every day. The ache in my chest was easy to hide at first, I could cover it with cigarettes and alcohol, but as the days passed, it took over. I stopped getting out of bed for weeks at a time, time itself felt like it had stopped, just picturing your face in my head, wishing I could touch your skin and hear your voice..." He ran his fingertips up my arm, sending chills down my spine, "I started seeing your face everywhere I looked, I could hear you in my head, I tortured myself." I lifted my head to look at him, but he still lay looking at the ceiling as he continued to speak, "And then I would think about all the things we never got to do... and now I have the chance," he looked at me and said in a voice no louder than a whisper, "Will you just be mine, tonight?... Before I lose you again..." I nodded gently as he kissed me and we spent the night entwined with one another, getting lost in the sheets and the dream that had come true after so long, once again being the remedy to fix the others broken heart.

Notes

The Remedy - Artist vs. Poet from the album Sleep. GREAT SONG :)
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