Good Always Ends

This story is really personal to me, and kinda falls under the category of realism too. It's a true story about a battle for survival in this unkind world with a lot of love and romance thrown in, and I just wanted to get it out there. Enjoy.

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10. Redemption

“Sophie” I awoke to somebody whispering my name from outside the tent. “What do you want” I grumbled back, still gathering my bearings.

“It’s Oli, can I come in?” his teeth were chattering as he spoke. Only wearing jeans and a short sleeve t-shirt, the October weather had gotten the better of him.

“Of course you can come in, can you not open it from the other side?” I asked dryly.

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to disturb you, besides some people sleep naked and I thought you might not appreciate it in the morning if you found out I just walked in here disregarding your privacy.” He retorted calmly and nonchalantly.

“How long have you been out there calling me?” I asked as he crawled into the tent.

“Oh maybe 20 minutes, I wasn’t sure if you were asleep or just ignoring me”

“I wasn’t ignoring you.”

“That’s good news.” He positioned his sleeping bag next to mine and climbed into it. I turned to him to see he was shaking with cold; he looked so vulnerable. I sat up and moved closer to him, wrapping my warm arms around him. “Have you not got any warmer clothes?” I mumbled whilst rummaging in my bag and pulling out a jumper that he had lent me a couple of weeks previously. “It’s a good job I brought this” I handed it to him and he smiled gratefully, pulling it over his head.

 

“Care to explain what happened earlier” he asked casually as we lay on the floor facing each other, his hand tenderly tracing the contours of my face. I let out a great sob “she pulled out my hair!” I wailed, weeping tears into his jumper which smelled faintly of my perfume mixed with his natural scent. He turned my head, searching for the bald patch that had been left behind and gasped. “It’s okay, we’ll sort it out” and he began twisting my hair into a French plait. “There, beautiful as ever” he smiled as he tucked the stray strands of hair behind my ears. “How did it come to physical violence? What else happened?” he questioned me further.

“They said I’m not good enough. Not good enough for you. They’re right, you’re too good for me, I don’t deserve you, and I can’t deal with it anymore!” I said, raising my voice in one outburst. Tears streaked my face, and I turned my face away, embarrassed that he had to see me in such a state. “shushhhh” he soothed, his arm  wrapped firmly around my waist pulling me towards him. “None of those things are true, you have to believe me, you are perfect for me and I don’t want anybody else, so why should you be taking any notice of all that?” he looked me straight in the eyes as he said it, his words genuine, but still the words of his friends echoed in my head. “They are, you’re so perfect, good looking, intelligent, popular and friendly, I’m just so… meh.” I croaked, my voice faltering as a lump in my throat formed. “You’re not meh!” he exclaimed, almost shouting now, “you’re who I want, please understand that, I don’t care what other people think of us being together, I want YOU.” He finished, desperation now showing on his face.

“I’m sorry” I whispered and smiled sadly at him.

“What are you apologising for?” he demanded.

“I’m sorry that I can never feel that I am good enough for you, but it’s hard” I replied, my face now buried in his sleeping bag. He cuddled up to me before I fell asleep and whispered “It doesn’t have to be like this”. Taking in his words, I let my mind run away into the realms of sleep.

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