by Jana David
Allie
“You're wrong.”
“What?” Darcy was holding me by my elbows, forcing me to face him. His eyes were darker than I had ever seen them. They looked almost mad.
“I said, you're wrong. You say we would never work together, but I think you're wrong. We'd be perfect for each other, and you know it, too.”
“Please”, I pleaded, though I wasn't entirely sure what exactly I was asking of him.
And suddenly, I just needed to get away. The urge to just run was so strong. Twisting out of his grasp, I didn't dare look back as I stormed away.
I got as far as ten steps, before he caught up with me once more.
“Allie, wait!”
I stopped. Of course, I stopped, even though the rational part of my brain screamed at me for doing so.
“Just stay away, please.” My voice came out pleading. “You're messing up everything. Don't make it worse.”
“You're making it worse”, Darcy shot back. He was probably right. “You and your stupid safety nets. Just take a risk, dammit. Make that jump, and I swear I'll catch you at the bottom.”
I still stood facing away from him, when I told him in barely more than a whisper, “What if I don't want you to?” I kept my eyes on the floor as I turned around. “What if I'm not worth catching?”
Darcy didn't say anything. He stepped towards me, simply wrapped his arms around me, and I let him.
“You're worth it to me”, he whispered. And then he kissed me.