Note to readers: This chapter is from Savy's point of view and covers the same time period and events as Chapter 9.
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Mike's eyes came back up to mine, wide open and questioning me, searching back and forth across my face.
"Mike, I told him no."
His look turned to complete shock and he brought his hands to his face. The restaurant wasn't overly loud, but I could still barely hear him.
"Why?"
I had been thinking about what to say for a week now. No words seemed appropriate for what I had to tell him, for all of the pain I had put him through. I could only tell him what I had been through, how I had come to this point.
"I loved Josh. I still do, in a certain way, and he'll always be special to me. I didn't fully realize it until he set the ring in front of me, but I wasn't meant to be with him."
It had been just a week ago. I could still see the look on his face, hope, when he opened the box holding his grandmother's ring, and then how quickly that hope had disappeared, turned to pain and anger, when I answered him. He didn't deserve to have that happen to him.
But I had to do it. I couldn't tell him yes. I couldn't agree to marry him when I knew that Mike was the only person I could ever spend my life with. I just didn't know if he could ever feel the same way about me again. It was a chance I had to take.
But before I could even think about that, about whether he could ever love me again, I was so ashamed of what I had done to him.
"Mike, I'm so sorry for how I've treated you."
All I could do now was be honest, to Mike and to myself.
"You gave me so much happiness and then, after we learned the truth, I did nothing but hurt you. I understand why you left that night. I was in shock when I left my ring on your bed, but that's no excuse."
My ring... you asked me to marry you and I said yes. There was no doubt in my mind when you slid your ring, my ring, onto my finger. I can still see it...
"You had every right to leave."
How could I have done that to you? Even if I was in shock, how could that have been my response? You had made a lifelong promise to me and... I failed you.
"And when you came back to me, I wanted so desperately to tell you to stay, but I couldn't get the words out. You told me you loved me and still wanted to spend your life with me and I couldn't say a single word. 'Stay.' I'm so sorry."
All of the pain that I caused you, for two years, the pain I had now caused Josh, all of it could have been avoided if I had taken your hand or said a single word. You didn't ask me to do the impossible, to ignore everything we had learned. You just asked me to try.
"You gave me months and months. I could have said one word and I know you would have come back to me."
I hid from you and I am ashamed.
"It's my fault, Mike. I don't blame you at all for leaving and going to Spain."
I didn't tell you to leave, but all of my actions did. I can't believe you ever came back.
"And when you came back, I was callous and vicious towards you. We hadn't seen each other for a year and a half and that was how I treated you."
I touched his cheek softly. The memory of feeling my hand slapping his face, the sting of the contact, was too much.
Please forgive me.
"Despite all of that, you've been there for me. You've always been there for me, even when I stupidly thought you weren't."
You had been there for my entire life, why would I have thought for a moment that you weren't?
"You came to see my performance."
I should have invited you. You opened the door for us. After all that I had done, you opened the door.
"You were there even when I was with Josh and I know that couldn't have been easy for you. You didn't say anything, you were just there for me."
Maybe you had already let me go. I wouldn't blame you. I did nothing to warrant your love. But even then, you were there for me, as my brother.
I could see the hurt on his face. Everything I had done to cause him pain for two years was written there.
From behind his hands, he asked, "Savy... what are you saying?"
I breathed deeply. Telling Mike that I was sorry for how I had treated him was only half of what I had to say. Now came the hard part. Would he hate me? Would he push me away the way I had pushed him away? I deserved it. Could he even possibly still feel something for me?
No matter what, I wouldn't hide from him or myself anymore.
"Mike, I love you. I never stopped loving you. I hid it from myself and pushed it so far down that I could pretend I had moved on, but I can't be with anybody else. I'm sorry that it took me so long to see it."
I studied him, watching every movement. I could see his knuckles turn white as his fingers clasped each other tightly before relaxing and squeezing again. His eyes blinked rapidly and I could see the muscles of his jaw clench, too.
"I've done so much to hurt you. I'm damaged goods. You don't have to say anything to me. I don't expect anything from you. I just need for you to be happy. I've been hurting you for so long and I don't want to ever hurt you again."
I stood up and moved next to him. I was on the verge of breaking down after pouring my heart out to him.
"You told me you'd always be there for me and you have been, even when I didn't see it. I love you and I will always be there for you from now on. I'm so sorry that I haven't been."
I expected him to interrupt me at any moment, to cut me off and say, "No. I don't love you anymore, not after what you did to me." He just sat in silence and it was killing me. I couldn't expect him to have any response to what I was saying. I must sound insane to him.
"I know that all of this is too much right now. I'll wait for you, whether it's tomorrow, next week, or next year. As soon as you're ready and know what you want, what will make you happy, I'll do everything I can to make it happen."
I love you, Mike. If I can't make you happy, I hope you find someone who can. I need you to be happy again. I miss your smile.
He was looking up at me with those beautiful blue and green eyes. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, holding my lips against him and hoping it wouldn't be the last time.
I had to go. I wanted to think, if just for a day, that he could possibly love me again. I didn't deserve even that much, but rejection today, now, would destroy me.
I set my sights on the door.
I stepped outside and felt the cold January air on my face. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my red Maryland knit hat and pulled it on, then down over my ears. My eyes locked onto the ground, ready to walk home and wait, an unbearable wait...
I heard a loud crash behind me and turned just in time to see Mike come barreling through the door. No, no, no... just a few more minutes of hope, please.
He didn't slow down as he approached me, with a look that I can only describe as determination. I watched as his hands moved up in front of his body.
And then his arms were around my back and he was lifting me off my feet, holding me, squeezing me to him.
Mike...
"Savy, I love you."
He... he loves me.
"I love you, too, Mike."