If He Had Been With Me Analysis Novels & Stories

I too knew how much he cared about me, I cared for him too much. Exactly why I've gotten myself to this point. Would he understand? Maybe he would. When the truth came to light. I sighed.

The closer he got, the harder it became to convince myself he hadn’t seen me. Because he had. And he wasn’t looking anywhere else. End of Chapter 15

I forced a smile on my face, “I will see you tomorrow?” She released a sigh, “If anything happens, you know…” “Nothing will happen,” I said, cutting her off. I walked away from her, heading back to the house of sorrow. The lights were dim, and I let out a sigh of relive, it was a good thing that he wasn’t here. Was he with her? When did I become the one thing, he dint need? Where did we go wrong? “Where have you been?”

Because I knew, one look, and I'd never be able to leave. And now? I hadn't turned back. But he'd caught up anyway.

Without thinking about it—because I would’ve chickened out—I would have stopped him right here heade the decision but when he had stopped short and glared at me, I could not help it. My heartbeat wavered like a plucked string, I wore my shoes waiting for him to return and when he did a while later, his presence was larger than it had been. “You can go Wait for me in the car. ” He said while going back probably to tell his mother he was leaving. I was surprised at the fact he had asked to come with me in the first place, and it has left me in a thrill. Two days in a row, two days and counting was he showing literally that there wasn’t a chance he wasn't a changed man.

That I’d rather be with her than him? How have I never seen his pain? I have always thought that we were on the same page. I thought that he understood why I was doing what I was doing. True, we never outright talked about it, but we had spoken so many times about getting her to come back to us. I thought he saw it for what it was. I can’t believe I could have been so wrong. I don’t know when I fell to the ground. When I had stifled my sobs with my shirt so that I could listen to what my mate was saying to a virtual stranger. A male that we had only met yesterday.

He looks at me, confused. “To me, it brought us together and closer. I've realised that even though I'm broken or messed up, I can still be happy.” Lying together, we just cuddle, not saying anything. My head is against his chest. We should have done this ages ago, at the start, but fear, no doubt, held him back just as it did me. I can’t see my life without him now.

I looked at him with a look of bewilderment and astonishment on my face. He grabbed hold of me and said, "Come with me. Right this moment, we have to be on our way." I resisted his hand and said, "no." as I pushed it away. " I am not going anyway! What is it exactly that you are doing in this spot? Are you chasing after me?"

His one arm circled around my shoulder and pulled me to his chest. "It was such a torture to resist holding you like this.. " he said but I couldn't help but laugh.. "I guess that's called punishment.. " He just hummed while we sipped our coffee.. “I have to go back,” I said eventually. “I know,” he said. “I was planning on coming with you.” I looked at him, startled. “You were?” He nodded. “Unless you’d rather I didn’t.” I hesitated. There was a time when I would have said no without thinking. But now? I wasn’t sure.

We were connected by something deeper than I understood, and if we were going to figure this out, he needed to be involved. “Fine,” I said, my voice steady. “We’ll go together.”