He's walking faster and faster down the hallway. I have to practically sprint to catch up with him.
"Don't do this" I yell while his back is still towards me.
"You aren't giving me much choice" He says turning around.
"Please come back to the apartment so we can talk about this" I beg
"Alright" he agrees.
Well that was easier than I thought.
Tensions are running high as we both enter the apartment. I know that if I don't talk first, neither of us will, and then nothing will get accomplished so here it goes.
"I'm sorry for calling you a liar, it was totally uncalled for and I was being a bitch." - E
"No, you're right." - L
"I am?" - E
"Yes. You are right about me being a liar. As a matter of fact you are right about everything."- L
"I wouldn't go that far" - E
"You are though. You are right when you say you deserve better, you are right when you say I fucked up, and maybe we shouldn't be together after all."- L
"Is that what you want?" - E
"No, I want you to be happy, and if I don't make you happy then..." - L
"You make me the happiest girl in the whole world. Even when we are fighting I'm happy, like right now for example." - E
"It just kills me to know that I'll never be good enough for you." - L
"You are everything and more babe, I'm sorry for making you feel like you're not." - E
"I'm sorry too." - L
"I'm glad we are fixing this." - L
"You mean fixing us?" - E
"Yeah, I wouldn't necessarily say fixing, but improving." - L
"Can we promise to stop fighting?" - E
"From this moment on?" - L
"From this moment on." I say in agreement
"Does this mean we are back in the honeymoon stage?" He asks
"I thought we never left" I reply, kissing him swiftly on the lips.