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Post by Amber Jacobs on Sept 15, 2015 20:38:24 GMT
“I don’t know, a couple of days, maybe.” She looked at him sadly, “I’m so sorry, Brandon. I wish that this was something I could just shrug off but it’s not right now. Because if I do right now then part of me is going to wonder if I’m really the person you want to be with or if I’m just not enough. I’ll wonder if you want to be kissing me or if part of you still wants to know what else is out there. That’s not fair to either of us,” she insisted. Reaching for her bag, she hoisted it onto her shoulder. “I love you,” she nodded. “I’ll call.”
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Post by Brandon Finn on Sept 15, 2015 20:45:57 GMT
He would have happily explained to her all of the ways that he knew that she was the person that he wanted to be with, but Brandon wasn't sure that she would even bother listening to him. The last time that she walked out of the Penthouse door after a fight, she didn't come back. She got on a plane and left for nearly a decade and he had tried to figure out what his life was going to be like without her. He was determined not to let that happen again. "Okay," he agreed finally. "I do love you, Amber. I want you to know that."
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Post by Amber Jacobs on Sept 15, 2015 20:49:47 GMT
Amber nodded sadly. The truth was that she did know that he loved her and that was what made everything so difficult. In the past, as teenagers, she’d told herself that maybe they just weren’t ready yet and he wasn’t sure how he felt. This was the first time that she’d been worried that just loving each other wasn’t enough to hold his interest or make sure they’d be okay. “I love you too, Brandon,” she nodded, feeling her chest constrict and her eyes start to well with tears again as she moved towards the door, not even a hundred percent sure where she was going.
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Post by Brandon Finn on Sept 15, 2015 20:56:16 GMT
There was nothing to do at this point but just watch her leave. Every fiber in Brandon's body was telling her to keep her from going, to block the door in some way or to say something that would get her to turn around and just come back and have it out with him. "Just please," he started, trying to force himself not to tell her to stay. "Just let me know if there's anything I can do. And just know that I'm sorry. I'll be here whenever you're ready to talk."
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Post by Amber Jacobs on Sept 15, 2015 21:02:46 GMT
“I’ll let you know,” she promised softly before walking out the door. It wasn’t until the elevator doors slid closed that she leaned against the wall and cried freely, no longer bothering to try to keep a reign on her emotions. When she walked out of the building to hail a cab to take to the nearest hotel, she wondered if the doorman was surprised or if he’d felt like it was really just a matter of time.
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