The moment he came inside me, I felt it.
We both took deep and heavy breaths, trying to catch our breath.
It had been so intense and mind-blowing that I still couldn’t believe we had just done that.
He took in an intense breath, and our eyes made contact.
He rolled off of me, and I felt disappointed that our connection was over.
Only for me to be surprised when he caught me in his arms and pulled me up to him.
I stiffened, surprised at his willingness to hold me so close to him.
I slowly eased into the comfort of his arms and relaxed.
For a while, none of us said anything.
The only thing that could be heard was our breathing, the heavy raindrops, flashes of light, and the thunder strikes.
He gently played with my hair and said. "Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Yes."
He fastened his hold around me and continued playing with my hair.
"I prefer your red to the black." He said. "You should never dye your hair black again."
I blushed at his compliment.
I had my reasons for doing so.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked.
"Yes." He said as I felt him dangle a strand of my hair in between his fingertips.
"Do you frequently have nightmares?" I asked.
I felt him stiffen instantly.
He said nothing for a while, and I regretted asking the question because I had ruined the mood between the two of us.
"Sometimes I do." He said quietly. "How do you know?"
"I heard you in your sleep," I explained. "And then the other time, when I first spent the night in your bedroom. You were having nightmares, too."
As my head lay on his chest, I could hear his heartbeat.
I wanted to stay like this forever.
"I’m used to it now. I’m sorry if it was a bother to you." He apologized softly.
"No, it didn’t," I said quickly. "I was just worried about you."
I saw him swallow, and then he rubbed my back with his arms.
"Thank you." He said.
I went quiet too.
Together we just lay there unable to say a word.
"Jasmine." He began. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I ever put you through."
My fingers froze.
I froze.
I had no idea how to react to what he had to say.
"You don’t deserve it." He said into the night. "My apologies are the least you deserve. It won’t make up for the things I’ve done. Or the mistakes I’ve made. Neither will it bring back our daughter."
I felt the tears begin to well up in my eyes.
"But I need to say it." He said. "I’m sorry. So sorry."
I burst into uncontrollable tears and began to weep.
I wept so much, and he cradled my body, speaking soothing words into my ear
I wept like a baby, releasing all my frustration and anger.
It felt like the rain was washing down everything I had built up in me.
The years and years of my pain I had choked in. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Neither my father nor my stepmother ever apologized to me, nor did Jessica.
No one ever did.
But hearing him say it healed a part of me I never knew was broken from the start.


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