End Of The Day

The next morning, the minute my eyes open, I relive the night before. Heading straight to the shower, I let the hot water roll down my body. Strange that one of my first thoughts is of how much nicer it would be with Louis in here. Damn him! The water pours over my head. Doesn’t he know how hard it is for me to let him in my heart?

As I’m getting ready, I smell bacon and coffee. Opening the bedroom door, I find Louis standing there. He has a cup of coffee in one hand, a red rose in the other. Taking a moment, I look him up and down. He has to be extremely hung over, yet he looks handsome as hell.
“Good morning, Love.”
I take the coffee from his outstretched hand. “Thank you.”
He hands me the rose. “This is for you as well.”
I take it, breathing in the sweet scent. “It’s beautiful. How are you feeling?”
Louis looks down, smirking. “Terrible.” Then looking up, into my eyes. “But I deserve that.”
I look down, not sure what I can say.
“I made you breakfast. Maybe we can talk after you eat?”
“Of course.”

As we enter the living room, I freeze. The room is full of dozens of red roses. It looks and smells incredible. “Louis, these are beautiful.”
“They are just a fraction of what you deserve, Lea.”

We eat out on the deck, well, I eat. Louis can’t stomach anything right now.
“Thank you for breakfast, Louis. It was delicious.”
“You’re welcome. Lea, can I say something, please?”
I turn my chair to face him. “Yes.”
He takes a deep breath. “Lea, there aren’t words that can begin to describe how very sorry I am. What I did was wrong. Even though it was my friends giving me all those drinks, I didn’t have to accept them. I haven’t drank that much in a long time, and it really affected me.”
Sitting quietly, I let him continue.
“There’s no excuse for how I treated you. You don’t know how badly I wish I could take it back.”
I can feel the ice around my heart melting. He genuinely means it, I can see it in his eyes.
Louis takes my hand, kneeling down in front of me. “Lea, I’ve learned my lesson. I swear I’ll never do anything so stupid ever again. I promise, Love.”
As I see the sparkle of tears in his eyes, mine are filling up also.
“Lea, I am so sorry. With every part of me, I’m asking you to please forgive me. Please don’t leave me. I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
Squeezing his hand, looking into his eyes. “I love you, Louis. I do forgive you, and I’m not going anywhere.”
He sighs, laying his head in my lap. I stroke his hair for a few moments. Then leaning over to whisper in his ear. “You own my heart, Louis. Please don’t break it again.”

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