Regrets
Dylan's POV
As I'm heading for Boston, Massachusetts to find the very precious thing I let go, I ponder deeper into my thoughts. Into my past. If I could change the past I would save my mum and dad. I would save my twin. I'd fix the mistakes that I had made. Which meant I would change my whole life. Since my life was made on regrets and lies.
But none of that matters anymore. My soul regret was what I did to the very person I loved. To the person I swore to protect. She was the only one dear to my heart. The only one I couldn't have. I would have changed the way I acted. The way I cared. The way I loved. For her. Only her. I should have protected her from the very people who took her away from me.
I keep on telling myself that I lost what was once mine. That she loved me too. But I know more than that. She loved me. But in a different way. I never had her heart in the first place.
My only love. My Sophie. The girl who had been scared by my deceleration and motives of love. The girl who, when even when I wished, I couldn't have.
I knew Sophie would be the one for me. The one who would be there by my side. The one who would love me and soon be my wife. I knew since the day I saw her again after she came back from a 2 year trip with mum.
That exact day was the day when my friends wanted her too. Kyle, Max, Dane, and most importantly Cam wanted her. They were there for the surprise party for their return. Hiding behind bushes. Staring at her. I hit them in the head with a stick when I found them. But they didn't feel or care about it since the wind had driven her loose skirt higher than it was meant to. Giving a good view of her ass.
I knew that I loved her that day but I couldn't tell her. She had a crush on Cam since she was younger. I knew that for sure when I stole her diary and read a couple of pages. She always had their initials SA + CD inside a heart, That really didn't matter to me before she left with mum but after she came back . . .God I was mad . . . and a little jealous. Ok, a lot jealous.
I tried everything to keep them apart. To stop them from gravitating towards each other. But I was helpless. Nothing could stop them. And one day Cam asked her out. Sophie, of course she said yes. That look of joy made my heart break in half.
I was there in her room that day. The day when she was getting ready for her first date with Cam. I have never seen her so beautiful. Cam would have loved it. Too bad he never got to see her.
I was on her bed in nothing but my boxers and white t-shirt, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. I was struck silent when she came out. Sophie was wearing a tight, see through, pink blouse. You could see the shape of her breasts so clearly, it was mouth watering.
"How's this?" she asked me. Not even shocked that I was here. At this point I was driven mad. Wanting to see her naked. Wanting to claim her as mine.
"Turn around" I had said to her.
she obeyed and turned around, giving me a good look at her ass. A moan escaped me and Sophie whipped around.
"You okay?" I nodded my head, unable to talk without letting go of another moan. I was slightly better then okay.
"Well I better get going." She said to me.
I forgot about her date! Damn it. I didn't want her to leave. I had to make her stay. I needed to claim her before Cam did.
I stood up from the bed and walked toward her. As I came closer she lifted her eyes to meet mine but all I could see were those juicy, red lips of hers. So beautiful, It was mouth watering. I stopped in front of her and cupped her cheek and-----
"Sir. You need to get out of the cab." the taxi driver said annoyingly.
I sighed. Right at the best part.
I paid the taxi driver and got out of the cab. I was finally in Boston. I traveled half way across the country for her. I was going to find her. It was my duty to. since I was the one that did this. Who made the mistake.
The one that made her run away from home.