My Perfect Valentine?

Do you believe in love at first sight? Is he the one? Why me? These are some of the questions I ask myself everyday. Valentine's Day is coming up and I don't have a Valentine. Why? I have no idea. But...I will tell you a long story short version of a year I actually had a valentine.
My name is Rachel, and this is my story.


8. Forgiveness Part 2

'I'm sorry.' I gave him back the box and ran toward my front door. I didn't realise I was crying until I got inside. . .I thought it was the rain. I locked my door and slid down until I was sitting. I held my cheeks, trying to warm my hands as I thought of liam outside. I used my sleeves to dry my eyes. I looked at the wet patches on my jumper as Liam knocked on the door. 'Rachel?' He tried to open the door. I could feel the vibrations through my body. 'Please open the door.' I sighed and stood up. I locked the door with the chain and unlocked the handle lock. I opened the door but it stopped because of the chain. I could barely stand up, let alone stand looking at him. His goregoues face. 'Please let me in.' I could feel my throat tense up as his voice teared thorugh my already fragile heart. 'I ca--can't.' 'Why?' 'Because if i let you in, i won't be able you let you go.' 'You don't have to.' I slowly looked into his eyes, as I felt my heart flutter away. His hand trailed up the egde of the door and slid the lock till it fell and hit the frame of the wall. He grabbed my hand as he walked through the door. I quickly put my hand to his chest and slighty pushed him. 'Please. . .don't.' 'Don't what?' 'Don't. . .come in.' 'You need me, i'm here.' 'I don't nee--.' 'Yes. . .yes you do.' I sighed and let my hand fall. I took a deep breathe and walked to my couch and sat down, legs to my chest. Liam came and sat next to me. He lifted me up so I was sitting on his lap. He started playing with my hair and I leaned into his chest. 'Rachel.' His velvet voice literally gave me life and I answered straight away. 'Mmmhmm?' 'Do you want some chips?' I smiled. 'Yeah.' He leans over me and grabs the packet on the table. He uses two hands to open it, the smell of cheese filled the air and memories came flooding back. I put my hand in and grabbed the first one I touched. It melted in my mouth as I chewed it. *** I licked my finger as Liam sighed. 'What's up?' 'I didn't know you cared so much about me?' 'I didn't think it mattered.' 'Why not?' 'Even if I did tell you, you still would've stayed with Danielle anyway.' 'You don't know that?' 'Hhh, yeah i do.' He sighed again. 'If you told me that you cared this much for me. . .' He paused. 'Yeah?' 'I would've said the same thing back.' 'And what's that?' 'I care about you Rachel!' 'N--no you don't?' 'Yes. . .yes i do.' He paused again. 'I always did.'
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