Uncharted
Posted by DiF on Monday, January 23, 2012 Under: Random
Title: Uncharted
Characters: Chris, Alyssa, Andy
Rating: R (language)
Word Count: 2697
Summary: Alyssa and Chris's world falls apart...
September 20, 1999
Los Angeles, CA
Curled up in front of her computer, Alyssa scraped her spoon around the yogurt container, trying to capture the last creamy bit stuck in the seam of the cup. Giving up on it, her bare feet hit the floor as she headed to discard the cup. As she dropped the cup in her garbage can, the phone rang. Not really expecting a call from anyone, she let it go to her machine instead of answering it and returned to working on her project for the firm.
With enough finished for the day, she decided she would call Chris and see what he was up to, perhaps talk more about their future. Just over a week prior, he had declared he wanted to be with her and only her, that he would do whatever it took for that to happen. She did not know what was different now, but everything felt different. All the drama they had struggled through seemed to be just their past. Chris was her future, no matter what anyone said.
Stepping over to the phone, she noticed the flashing light and remembered the ignored call. With a shrug, Alyssa pressed the button to listen to the message. Without pause, an angry voice filled her small apartment with aural venom. Though she heard the words, even understood them, Alyssa could not believe what she was hearing. She felt her heart leap out of her chest and smash onto the ground as all the air left her lungs. This could not be… this could not be happening.
With the beep indicating Susan’s angry message was over, or at least she ran out of time to finish yelling at her, Alyssa collapsed onto the nearest chair. She had no idea what to do. She wanted to pick up the phone and call Chris, but if Susan was yelling at her, she had to be screaming at Chris. If she called him to ask what was going on, to see if he was okay, she could make the situation worse.
Biting her bottom lip, Alyssa wondered what the best course of action would be. With a deep sigh, she decided to just wait, let Chris make the next move. She did not want to make things worse for him. She only hoped he would call her soon, really soon.
Her phone rang again, what seemed like hours later. Hesitating for a moment as she did not want to be screamed at, Alyssa picked up the device and held it to her ear, saying nothing. She bit her lip again, waiting for the caller to say something…
“Aly?”
She sighed in relief, “Chris?”
“Hi…”
“Hi.”
“So you got a message…”
“Yeah…”
“I’m really sorry about that. I don’t know what came over Susan. She… she found all the letters you sent me and freaked out. I don’t know why it’s a big deal, since we’re separated…”
“But they go back before that,” Alyssa pointed out.
“Yeah…”
“Chris, what’s going to happen?”
“Um… I want you. I just want you. There’s no doubt in my mind at all. I don’t know what she’s raving about,” Chris stated. “I… can I see you? I’ll fly you up here or come down there. It doesn’t matter to me.”
“Are you sure? That feels like I would be flying right into the storm of things.”
“I need to be with you. I just do. So whatever it takes.”
Alyssa sighed, “Okay. You work out whatever and I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
“Oh, Aly… I love you. I really do.”
“I love you too, Chris.”
Waiting for Chris to get done at the studio to find out when she would be flying up to Seattle to help him through this sudden storm, Alyssa attempted to focus on her work. Her thoughts kept flicking to the man up north. With each thought, her eyes glanced at the phone. It had been a couple of hours since she heard from him. It did not sit well with her, not at all.
Giving up on her anxiety, Alyssa got to her feet and crossed the room. As her fingers reached for the phone, it began to ring. Without pause, she snatched it up.
“Chris?”
“Hey, baby, I’m heading home now. I’ll call you again once I get there and let you know when my plane leaves.”
“You’re going to come here?” she glanced at her open luggage.
“Yeah. I had been considering it anyways, but this makes it even more clear in my mind. I need to be with you. You’re the one I want. You’re the one I’m supposed to be with. You’re my One,” he declared.
Alyssa smiled slightly, “You’re my One too.”
“Anyways, I’ll call you when I get home. And I’ll be with you soon.”
“Okay.”
“I love you, Aly.”
“I love you, too, Chris.”
After hanging up the phone with a smile on her face, Alyssa unpacked her luggage and returned the suitcase to her closet. She languidly cleaned up her apartment. Though Chris had been there two weeks before, she felt like she needed to make everything perfect for his arrival. Things were different now. She was not entirely sure how, but they were.
Plopping down on her sofa and picking up the remote, Alyssa flipped on the television to wait out Chris’s call. As she flipped from channel to channel, trying to find something to distract her thoughts with, Alyssa felt her stomach begin to tense and knot up. Something was not right, but she could not figure it out. It had to do with Chris, that much she was sure of. Maybe she should call him and check in, see how things were going.
Before she could actually go through with it, her phone began to ring. Jumping off the sofa, she snatched up the phone. Alyssa hesitated to say hello, feeling her stomach clench more.
“Alyssa?”
Hearing emotion in his shaky voice that she was unaccustomed to, Alyssa nodded and swallowed hard, “Hi, Chris.”
“I… I’m sorry. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore,” he muttered, his voice quivering with emotion.
“What?”
“I’m really sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t talk to you anymore. I can’t…”
“Are you saying…?” her heart plummeted into her feet.
“I’m sorry.”
Before Alyssa could ask anything else, Susan interrupted and screeched at her again. Letting the woman yell for a moment, she quickly tried to find ground to stand on once more. She could not believe what he was saying.
“Is that what you want? Is this what you really want?”
“Yes,” he muttered.
“Is this what you want, not what she’s yelling at you? I really think you should make this decision on your own. Go somewhere else. Call your therapist,” she stated.
“This is what I really want.”
Alyssa’s bottom lip trembled, “I gave you everything, Chris. Everything.”
“I know.”
“There is no going back on this.”
“Oh shut up. Get your own boyfriend, bitch,” Susan interjected.
“Oh just stop it. This has nothing to do with you—“
“It fucking does, whore.”
“Yelling at me does no good at all,” she argued.
“Yes, it does. It makes me feel better, bitch. It makes me feel a lot better.”
“Oh just shut up and let me talk to Chris. This is between me and him. I deserve that much.”
“Fine, whatever, bitch. Bye, bitch.”
“Chris… Chris, tell me this is what you really want. Really think about it. Who makes you feel safe and sane?”
He paused, sobbing slightly, “She does too.”
“Fine… fine,” her eyes wildly looked around the room. “If this is what you really want, what you want… do one thing for me.”
“Okay.”
“I sent you something. Don’t send it back. I don’t want to see it at all. Do not contact me again. Don’t call me, don’t email me, and don’t mail me anything. Nothing.”
“Okay. I’m really sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough anymore,” she declared and slammed the phone down.
Before she even finished her breath, tears began to pour out of her eyes. She had given him everything, everything, her heart and her body. Breaths became ragged and shallow. Her entire world seemed to be spinning and falling apart simultaneously. This could not be happening.
A knock at the door interrupted her painful sobs. Mindlessly she got to her feet and stumbled to answer it. Wiping her copious tears, she pulled the door open, her hazel lifting.
“A-andy?”
Saying nothing, he stepped into her apartment and wrapped his arms around her, “Aly, what’s wrong?”
“H-he l-left m-me,” she muttered.
“Dumbass,” he quickly muttered, closing the apartment door. “He’ll realize it too. I’m sure of it.”
After two days of seemingly unending crying, complete lack of sleep and eating, and avoiding civility, Alyssa emerged from her bedroom. Her hair was a mess of tangles and her complexion a lighter shade of pale. But no tears dripped from her eyelashes.
“Andy?” she muttered softly.
His eyes snapped from the television to her, “Ally!?”
“I think I… I might be hungry,” she uttered.
“Hallelujah!” he jumped up. “I’ll make French Toast.”
Pushing her plate away few minutes later, leaving more than half on it, Alyssa sighed, “I don’t think this was a good idea.”
Andy frowned, “No, no. You ate like half of everything. That’s amazing, Aly.”
“I just… my stomach is all nervous again,” she admitted.
“It’s okay. You’ve been through a lot,” he stated.
“I guess…”
“Why don’t you take a shower and then we can take a walk?” he suggested.
When they returned to her apartment after a long walk in the sunshine, Andy instantly noticed her answer machine was flashing. He stepped between her and the machine, blocking her view of the red light. Alyssa did not even glance at it, but headed directly into her room, intending to change back into PJs. As soon as her door closed, he turned around and quickly checked the caller ID. Reading over the last caller, he sighed. That message could not be good at all. Maybe he could erase it before she even knew it existed.
As he pressed play, Alyssa’s door opened. His blue eyes widened, flicking up to her. In a panic, he randomly slammed his hand down on the machine. Rather than stopping the playback, he turned it up.
“I made a mistake, Aly. A really big mistake. You’re the one I want to be with. You’re the one I’m meant to be with. All I’ve been thinking about is you and how wrong I was. Is there any hope for us? Can I please be yours again?”
Her eyes stared at the machine, “Chris…”
“You don’t have to call him back,” Andy declared.
“Yes, I do,” her fingers reached for the phone.
His hand covered hers, “No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“You don’t. He’s the one who is a complete asshole here. Don’t call him back.”
“But—”
“Don’t call him back.”
“But—”
“Don’t call him back,” Andy repeated. “Don’t.”
“Fine,” she sighed, removing her hand from the phone. “I won’t call him back.”
“Good girl,” he smiled. “You go take a shower and I’ll pick us a movie, okay?”
Nodding, Alyssa turned and headed into her bedroom. Andy watched her until she closed the door. The moment it clicked close, he snatched up the phone. Taking a few breaths, he pulled Chris’s number up on the caller ID and dialed it.
Waiting for Chris to answer, thinking it was Alyssa, Andy quickly snapped, “Look, asshole, you don’t have a clue what you’ve lost. Alyssa is the best thing that has ever happened to you and the best thing that will ever happen to you. But you fucked everything up. Have a nice life with that psycho. Oh and Chris?”
“Yeah?” he barely muttered.
“Fuck off,” he grumbled and slammed the phone down.
Left alone for the first time in days, Alyssa curled up on her sofa, flipping through channels. Nothing appealed to her mood at all, but she ended up stopping on a random sitcom. Her thoughts instantly drifted off, not focusing on the storyline at all. As she had for every single minute since Chris called her, Alyssa began to pick apart everything that had happened in the past couple of weeks. None of it made any sense. He had been getting his act together, so that they could be together. She did not understand it at all. If only she could talk to him, then maybe she could quiet her soul some. But she could not talk to him. Not any more, not ever again.
Lost in her thoughts, she did not hear the knock on her door. Her mind instantly blocked it out, presuming it was a part of the show she was not watching — until it sounded again in the middle of a commercial. Alyssa slowly got to her feet and shuffled over to the door.
Opening the door, her breath caught in her chest, “Chris?”
He stepped forward and embraced her, his lips quickly touching hers before she could protest. Closing the door behind him with his foot, he kept his arms around her and showered her face with kisses. Tears poured out of her eyes, tinged with confusion and shock.
“I am so, so sorry,” he muttered before kissing her again. “I was an enormous fool. Susan… oh fuck, it doesn’t matter. Not right now. I love you, you, you, you.”
“You… you hurt me so much…” she breathed. “I gave you everything… I gave you another chance. I…”
“I know, Aly. I know,” his forehead pressed to hers. “I will spend the rest of our lives healing your heart, if you will let me.”
“Chris…”
“Please. Please, baby.”
She sighed, “I can’t… I can’t promise you anything.”
“I know. But I can promise you that it is you and only you that I want. I don’t care what Susan has said or possibly done. I just want you.”
“Wait,” she pulled back enough to look into his eyes, “what do you mean by ‘possibly done’?”
“Um, nothing.”
Her eyes looked into his, “Tell me.”
“Susan might be pregnant, but that doesn’t matter. I’m here to be with you. You’re the one I’m supposed to be with. Period.”
“She might be pregnant? What?”
He frowned as she pulled away and paced away from him, “You know how we couldn’t get pregnant. Prior to meeting you, Susan had some eggs harvested and stuff. The day she found your letters, she apparently got some embryos implanted in some effort to keep me. But don’t worry. There’s a good chance they won’t take.”
“Wait. You came all this way to win me back and your wife might be pregnant? This all just became a bit more fucked up, Chris,” she declared.
“I know… I know. But I love you. I know I love you. And we can make it through all the other shit. As long as we’re together. I’ll clean up. I’ll move wherever you want me to. I just haven’t been able to get my thoughts off of you. You are all I think about, all I dream about. I love you, Alyssa.”
She sighed, “I can’t… I can’t promise you anything.”
“I know. But I love you. I really, truly do. I haven’t had a drink or anything since… since I was such an asshole. Please… please believe me.”
Her eyes searched his. Though her gaze wavered slightly, his did not. Her thoughts warred with her heart. She could hear all of her friends, telling her that he should not be in her apartment and definitely not in her life. While she understood their concern, even why they believed what they did, as she looked into Chris’s eyes, she knew she could not cast him out of her apartment, or out of her life.
“All I can give you, Chris, is… that I will try.”
He stepped forward and kissed her forehead, “I will make this up to you, Aly. I promise you that. I will heal your heart.”
Characters: Chris, Alyssa, Andy
Rating: R (language)
Word Count: 2697
Summary: Alyssa and Chris's world falls apart...
September 20, 1999
Los Angeles, CA
Curled up in front of her computer, Alyssa scraped her spoon around the yogurt container, trying to capture the last creamy bit stuck in the seam of the cup. Giving up on it, her bare feet hit the floor as she headed to discard the cup. As she dropped the cup in her garbage can, the phone rang. Not really expecting a call from anyone, she let it go to her machine instead of answering it and returned to working on her project for the firm.
With enough finished for the day, she decided she would call Chris and see what he was up to, perhaps talk more about their future. Just over a week prior, he had declared he wanted to be with her and only her, that he would do whatever it took for that to happen. She did not know what was different now, but everything felt different. All the drama they had struggled through seemed to be just their past. Chris was her future, no matter what anyone said.
Stepping over to the phone, she noticed the flashing light and remembered the ignored call. With a shrug, Alyssa pressed the button to listen to the message. Without pause, an angry voice filled her small apartment with aural venom. Though she heard the words, even understood them, Alyssa could not believe what she was hearing. She felt her heart leap out of her chest and smash onto the ground as all the air left her lungs. This could not be… this could not be happening.
With the beep indicating Susan’s angry message was over, or at least she ran out of time to finish yelling at her, Alyssa collapsed onto the nearest chair. She had no idea what to do. She wanted to pick up the phone and call Chris, but if Susan was yelling at her, she had to be screaming at Chris. If she called him to ask what was going on, to see if he was okay, she could make the situation worse.
Biting her bottom lip, Alyssa wondered what the best course of action would be. With a deep sigh, she decided to just wait, let Chris make the next move. She did not want to make things worse for him. She only hoped he would call her soon, really soon.
Her phone rang again, what seemed like hours later. Hesitating for a moment as she did not want to be screamed at, Alyssa picked up the device and held it to her ear, saying nothing. She bit her lip again, waiting for the caller to say something…
“Aly?”
She sighed in relief, “Chris?”
“Hi…”
“Hi.”
“So you got a message…”
“Yeah…”
“I’m really sorry about that. I don’t know what came over Susan. She… she found all the letters you sent me and freaked out. I don’t know why it’s a big deal, since we’re separated…”
“But they go back before that,” Alyssa pointed out.
“Yeah…”
“Chris, what’s going to happen?”
“Um… I want you. I just want you. There’s no doubt in my mind at all. I don’t know what she’s raving about,” Chris stated. “I… can I see you? I’ll fly you up here or come down there. It doesn’t matter to me.”
“Are you sure? That feels like I would be flying right into the storm of things.”
“I need to be with you. I just do. So whatever it takes.”
Alyssa sighed, “Okay. You work out whatever and I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
“Oh, Aly… I love you. I really do.”
“I love you too, Chris.”
Waiting for Chris to get done at the studio to find out when she would be flying up to Seattle to help him through this sudden storm, Alyssa attempted to focus on her work. Her thoughts kept flicking to the man up north. With each thought, her eyes glanced at the phone. It had been a couple of hours since she heard from him. It did not sit well with her, not at all.
Giving up on her anxiety, Alyssa got to her feet and crossed the room. As her fingers reached for the phone, it began to ring. Without pause, she snatched it up.
“Chris?”
“Hey, baby, I’m heading home now. I’ll call you again once I get there and let you know when my plane leaves.”
“You’re going to come here?” she glanced at her open luggage.
“Yeah. I had been considering it anyways, but this makes it even more clear in my mind. I need to be with you. You’re the one I want. You’re the one I’m supposed to be with. You’re my One,” he declared.
Alyssa smiled slightly, “You’re my One too.”
“Anyways, I’ll call you when I get home. And I’ll be with you soon.”
“Okay.”
“I love you, Aly.”
“I love you, too, Chris.”
After hanging up the phone with a smile on her face, Alyssa unpacked her luggage and returned the suitcase to her closet. She languidly cleaned up her apartment. Though Chris had been there two weeks before, she felt like she needed to make everything perfect for his arrival. Things were different now. She was not entirely sure how, but they were.
Plopping down on her sofa and picking up the remote, Alyssa flipped on the television to wait out Chris’s call. As she flipped from channel to channel, trying to find something to distract her thoughts with, Alyssa felt her stomach begin to tense and knot up. Something was not right, but she could not figure it out. It had to do with Chris, that much she was sure of. Maybe she should call him and check in, see how things were going.
Before she could actually go through with it, her phone began to ring. Jumping off the sofa, she snatched up the phone. Alyssa hesitated to say hello, feeling her stomach clench more.
“Alyssa?”
Hearing emotion in his shaky voice that she was unaccustomed to, Alyssa nodded and swallowed hard, “Hi, Chris.”
“I… I’m sorry. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore,” he muttered, his voice quivering with emotion.
“What?”
“I’m really sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t talk to you anymore. I can’t…”
“Are you saying…?” her heart plummeted into her feet.
“I’m sorry.”
Before Alyssa could ask anything else, Susan interrupted and screeched at her again. Letting the woman yell for a moment, she quickly tried to find ground to stand on once more. She could not believe what he was saying.
“Is that what you want? Is this what you really want?”
“Yes,” he muttered.
“Is this what you want, not what she’s yelling at you? I really think you should make this decision on your own. Go somewhere else. Call your therapist,” she stated.
“This is what I really want.”
Alyssa’s bottom lip trembled, “I gave you everything, Chris. Everything.”
“I know.”
“There is no going back on this.”
“Oh shut up. Get your own boyfriend, bitch,” Susan interjected.
“Oh just stop it. This has nothing to do with you—“
“It fucking does, whore.”
“Yelling at me does no good at all,” she argued.
“Yes, it does. It makes me feel better, bitch. It makes me feel a lot better.”
“Oh just shut up and let me talk to Chris. This is between me and him. I deserve that much.”
“Fine, whatever, bitch. Bye, bitch.”
“Chris… Chris, tell me this is what you really want. Really think about it. Who makes you feel safe and sane?”
He paused, sobbing slightly, “She does too.”
“Fine… fine,” her eyes wildly looked around the room. “If this is what you really want, what you want… do one thing for me.”
“Okay.”
“I sent you something. Don’t send it back. I don’t want to see it at all. Do not contact me again. Don’t call me, don’t email me, and don’t mail me anything. Nothing.”
“Okay. I’m really sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough anymore,” she declared and slammed the phone down.
Before she even finished her breath, tears began to pour out of her eyes. She had given him everything, everything, her heart and her body. Breaths became ragged and shallow. Her entire world seemed to be spinning and falling apart simultaneously. This could not be happening.
A knock at the door interrupted her painful sobs. Mindlessly she got to her feet and stumbled to answer it. Wiping her copious tears, she pulled the door open, her hazel lifting.
“A-andy?”
Saying nothing, he stepped into her apartment and wrapped his arms around her, “Aly, what’s wrong?”
“H-he l-left m-me,” she muttered.
“Dumbass,” he quickly muttered, closing the apartment door. “He’ll realize it too. I’m sure of it.”
After two days of seemingly unending crying, complete lack of sleep and eating, and avoiding civility, Alyssa emerged from her bedroom. Her hair was a mess of tangles and her complexion a lighter shade of pale. But no tears dripped from her eyelashes.
“Andy?” she muttered softly.
His eyes snapped from the television to her, “Ally!?”
“I think I… I might be hungry,” she uttered.
“Hallelujah!” he jumped up. “I’ll make French Toast.”
Pushing her plate away few minutes later, leaving more than half on it, Alyssa sighed, “I don’t think this was a good idea.”
Andy frowned, “No, no. You ate like half of everything. That’s amazing, Aly.”
“I just… my stomach is all nervous again,” she admitted.
“It’s okay. You’ve been through a lot,” he stated.
“I guess…”
“Why don’t you take a shower and then we can take a walk?” he suggested.
When they returned to her apartment after a long walk in the sunshine, Andy instantly noticed her answer machine was flashing. He stepped between her and the machine, blocking her view of the red light. Alyssa did not even glance at it, but headed directly into her room, intending to change back into PJs. As soon as her door closed, he turned around and quickly checked the caller ID. Reading over the last caller, he sighed. That message could not be good at all. Maybe he could erase it before she even knew it existed.
As he pressed play, Alyssa’s door opened. His blue eyes widened, flicking up to her. In a panic, he randomly slammed his hand down on the machine. Rather than stopping the playback, he turned it up.
“I made a mistake, Aly. A really big mistake. You’re the one I want to be with. You’re the one I’m meant to be with. All I’ve been thinking about is you and how wrong I was. Is there any hope for us? Can I please be yours again?”
Her eyes stared at the machine, “Chris…”
“You don’t have to call him back,” Andy declared.
“Yes, I do,” her fingers reached for the phone.
His hand covered hers, “No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“You don’t. He’s the one who is a complete asshole here. Don’t call him back.”
“But—”
“Don’t call him back.”
“But—”
“Don’t call him back,” Andy repeated. “Don’t.”
“Fine,” she sighed, removing her hand from the phone. “I won’t call him back.”
“Good girl,” he smiled. “You go take a shower and I’ll pick us a movie, okay?”
Nodding, Alyssa turned and headed into her bedroom. Andy watched her until she closed the door. The moment it clicked close, he snatched up the phone. Taking a few breaths, he pulled Chris’s number up on the caller ID and dialed it.
Waiting for Chris to answer, thinking it was Alyssa, Andy quickly snapped, “Look, asshole, you don’t have a clue what you’ve lost. Alyssa is the best thing that has ever happened to you and the best thing that will ever happen to you. But you fucked everything up. Have a nice life with that psycho. Oh and Chris?”
“Yeah?” he barely muttered.
“Fuck off,” he grumbled and slammed the phone down.
Left alone for the first time in days, Alyssa curled up on her sofa, flipping through channels. Nothing appealed to her mood at all, but she ended up stopping on a random sitcom. Her thoughts instantly drifted off, not focusing on the storyline at all. As she had for every single minute since Chris called her, Alyssa began to pick apart everything that had happened in the past couple of weeks. None of it made any sense. He had been getting his act together, so that they could be together. She did not understand it at all. If only she could talk to him, then maybe she could quiet her soul some. But she could not talk to him. Not any more, not ever again.
Lost in her thoughts, she did not hear the knock on her door. Her mind instantly blocked it out, presuming it was a part of the show she was not watching — until it sounded again in the middle of a commercial. Alyssa slowly got to her feet and shuffled over to the door.
Opening the door, her breath caught in her chest, “Chris?”
He stepped forward and embraced her, his lips quickly touching hers before she could protest. Closing the door behind him with his foot, he kept his arms around her and showered her face with kisses. Tears poured out of her eyes, tinged with confusion and shock.
“I am so, so sorry,” he muttered before kissing her again. “I was an enormous fool. Susan… oh fuck, it doesn’t matter. Not right now. I love you, you, you, you.”
“You… you hurt me so much…” she breathed. “I gave you everything… I gave you another chance. I…”
“I know, Aly. I know,” his forehead pressed to hers. “I will spend the rest of our lives healing your heart, if you will let me.”
“Chris…”
“Please. Please, baby.”
She sighed, “I can’t… I can’t promise you anything.”
“I know. But I can promise you that it is you and only you that I want. I don’t care what Susan has said or possibly done. I just want you.”
“Wait,” she pulled back enough to look into his eyes, “what do you mean by ‘possibly done’?”
“Um, nothing.”
Her eyes looked into his, “Tell me.”
“Susan might be pregnant, but that doesn’t matter. I’m here to be with you. You’re the one I’m supposed to be with. Period.”
“She might be pregnant? What?”
He frowned as she pulled away and paced away from him, “You know how we couldn’t get pregnant. Prior to meeting you, Susan had some eggs harvested and stuff. The day she found your letters, she apparently got some embryos implanted in some effort to keep me. But don’t worry. There’s a good chance they won’t take.”
“Wait. You came all this way to win me back and your wife might be pregnant? This all just became a bit more fucked up, Chris,” she declared.
“I know… I know. But I love you. I know I love you. And we can make it through all the other shit. As long as we’re together. I’ll clean up. I’ll move wherever you want me to. I just haven’t been able to get my thoughts off of you. You are all I think about, all I dream about. I love you, Alyssa.”
She sighed, “I can’t… I can’t promise you anything.”
“I know. But I love you. I really, truly do. I haven’t had a drink or anything since… since I was such an asshole. Please… please believe me.”
Her eyes searched his. Though her gaze wavered slightly, his did not. Her thoughts warred with her heart. She could hear all of her friends, telling her that he should not be in her apartment and definitely not in her life. While she understood their concern, even why they believed what they did, as she looked into Chris’s eyes, she knew she could not cast him out of her apartment, or out of her life.
“All I can give you, Chris, is… that I will try.”
He stepped forward and kissed her forehead, “I will make this up to you, Aly. I promise you that. I will heal your heart.”
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