Sequel to "Why?"
He opened them when he felt me sit next to him. I slid the plate on his lap, he gave me a slight smile that didn't reach his eyes.
He picked up his fork and began playing with the noodles, "Why don't you hate me? You sacrificed a random person that could've been anyone for me, and all I've ever done was make you feel like shit." He asked softly.
I sighed, "I honestly have no fucking clue, I wish I could hate you. But something in me just clicks back to nice every time you do something bad." I said truthfully.
"But I fucking raped you Leda! And I cheated on you twice. And all you've ever done was shown me love, I can't even forgive myself like that. I don't think I'll ever be able to," He took a bite of his spaghetti and slowly chewed.
"Gerard, do you believe in soul mates?" I asked, after he had finished his food. He thought about it for a moment and looked at me and nodded. I took his hand.
"What if that's what we are, soul mates, wouldn't that make sense?" I explained.
He looked a bit doubtful, I held his hand tighter. "Relationships aren't perfect, even with soul mates..." I mumbled, letting go of his hand and making my way to the door. I quietly made my way upstairs.