Living With An
Open Heart
A
story by LaxChick28
Chapter 7:
*Keaton's Point of View* Our
food came next. Way too soon. I wasn't done dancing with Mia.
She had come closer and rested her head on my chest, my arms
wrapped tightly around her. I didn't want to let go, but she
walked towards the table. I quickly ran up to get her chair for
her.
"You know I can handle my own chair?" She said, a grin
spreading across her face.
"Well I'm the gentleman, it's my job." I said,
smiling.
"So, Mr. Green, there are some things you still don't
know about me." She said, changing the subject. Her face was
more serious now, and I knew she wasn't going to tell me
something happy.
"Go on...You can tell me anything, I'm really
listening." I said to her.
"Well...my dad...he...he died. When I was 14. 3 years ago.
He had brain cancer. It broke my mom's heart, and it tore me
apart. I went into depression. I didn't talk, didn't eat,
barely moved. All I did was write songs and play guitar for a
year. I went to school, of course. But no one bothered to talk to
me anymore. I had become so boring, so lifeless. It was like
mentally, I was dead, gone. But physically, I was forced to go
about my usual days. But that's not the worst of it, Keaton.
I had a brother, too. He would have been 19 this year. 2 years
older than me. A while after our dad died, his girlfriend of 3
years broke up with him. He, too, became depressed. But he still
laughed, smiled, he seemed normal. Until one day, I came home
from dance class to find him dead on the floor, surrounded by
blood. That was when I really lost it..." She said as she
pointed to her wrists, where faint scars were showing. "I
tried to hide it for so long. I never told anyone. I was excited
to move cause I thought I could get away from my old life by
starting new. But there are some things you could never
forget."
She finished talking.
I was speechless again, but this time it was different.
"Mia...I know this will never be enough, but I'm so, so,
so, sorry. But you will never be alone again. Ever. I'm not
going anywhere. Not even if you want me to...I'm here to
stay. You are the strongest, most beautiful person I've ever
met. And I think I'm in love with you. I really do."
*Mia's Point of View* By now, tears were running down my
face. He was too good for me. He immediately got out of his seat
and came and kneeled next to me, wrapping his strong arms around
me tightly. I cried into his neck for what felt like years. I
hated being so weak, I'm never like this. I put up walls,
after the deaths. I told myself I'd never cry again, I'd
show my dad and brother that I was strong, that even though I
missed them, it wouldn't show. That's what they would
have wanted. But I can't be strong. I'm not good
enough.
I pulled my head out of his strong bubble. "Keaton... You
don't want to be with me. I'm emotionally unstable...
I'm broken. I'm not just going to be fixed. You are too
good for me. You could be dating some supermodel who's 23 if
you wanted. You're perfect...and I'm. I'm effed
up." I said, between sobs and tears.
Expecting him to pull away, he only pulled me in tighter.
"Like I said before, I'm not leaving you. You will never
ever be alone again. I'm making you a promise right now. I
promise you, Mia Marie Mayberry. I'm never going to leave
your side." He was serious, I could see it in his eyes.
He really has changed. He was a completely different person than
the guy I met, who said he could get any girl. It hit me. I'm
now his girlfriend. And honestly, it made me sooo
happy.