Novel & Cerita He Begged When It Was Too Late

The sound of his voice gave the indication that he was very serious about what he was saying. I looked up at him disbelievingly. "Please!!!" I begged while trying to grab him. I resigned within myself to beg if it would make him finish what he's started. But he shifted backwards and avoided me. "It's wicked for you to get me this up and drop me back down."

But in this moment, with his life hanging in the balance, he was asking me to be there. “Please.. Please stay,” he begged.

But it was too late now. There would be no stopping.

He turned back and faced Vivian. "Vivian, I'm begging you... If it's about what I said minutes ago... I'm sorry... Just slow down a little bit... I don't want to die now... I'm still too young to die... This is not how I planned to die... Please stop!!", He begged as he felt his eyes involuntarily tearing up. "Do you want to get there quickly or not?!!!", She questioned. "What?!!" "Weren't you the one that we were running late?!!!", She questioned louder.

"I'll agree, but you need to do something for me first." He suddenly got quiet, as if contemplating by deciding, "Fine it is your time now...ask it." Drawing a heavy breath, I finally decided on it, "Beg for me." "What?" Confusion was written on his face, "What did you say?" "I said it. If you want me, beg it." I repeated as if he was deaf. "But-" "Or would you rather lose yourself? In that rut? Come on, Creed, time is ticking." "How?"

Push me, then beg. But this time, I wasn’t falling for it.

But it was too late for that, wasn’t it? I’d already fallen.

A sob escaped before I could stop it. I lowered my head. “I can’t do this.” The words came out broken. Honest. Raw. “I can’t live knowing you died because of me.” My shoulders shook. “I can’t.” The silence stretched endlessly. Then I whispered: “So please wake up.” My voice barely existed. “Please.” Tears slipped down my face. “I finally figured it out.” Another shaky laugh escaped me. Too late. Of course it was too late. Everything between us always seemed to happen too late.

“Arden… it’s okay if part of you still loves him. That doesn’t make you weak.” “It makes me stupid,” I said, more bitterly than intended. “No. It makes you human.” I stared down at my coffee, the ice clinking softly against the plastic. “He left when everything fell apart. I begged him to stay. I needed him to just… not give up.” “And he did?” I nodded. She reached over and touched my hand. “Then he needs to earn the right to even speak your name. Don’t let him rewrite the story just because he walked back in.”