Tylor’s POV
I slammed the door then stormed down the hall way. I really hated Nick right now and I could feel more anger building up inside of me as I thought of what he said.
"Just not right?" How cant it be not right? We both felt the love of being in each others arms and the kiss....it just proved that it was meant to be. Everything was just so perfect and he said it wouldn’t work. Ha, we could of made it work. He just doesn’t know what I've been through these past years. Not being able to sleep without worrying about your step dad beating the crap out of you. He was that comfort I hadn’t felt in years and now there isn’t a chance for it. We both felt the need for each other, it was all there. The gentle touch of his skin, the sweet kiss, being so safe in his arms, how safe it felt to be so close to him. I walked into Leslie’s room to see her still awake reading a book.
"Hey" she said as I slammed the door and laid down on the bed I was using.
"What’s wrong nick piss you off?" She asked.
"Yeah he did but I don’t want to talk about it" I said as Leslie shrugged and turned off the light.
"Night, Ty," She said as I closed my eyes and saw Nick. Figures I would see him. I needed him now and until the end of time so I wouldn’t have to worry or feel unsafe. I heard my tears fall onto my pillow and opened my eyes. I was about to get out of bed and run to Nick's room but I stopped myself. He didn’t want anything to do with me so why should I run back into the comfort of his arms? I laid back down on the bed and hugged myself trying to remember Nick's sweet embrace.
