"You are, my once upon a time."

********************

Chase's POV

The words scraped out of my throat before I pulled the phone away, my mind and heart started a battle of their own, the first showing the evident proof of her actions and the other defending her with every ounce of love it had for her.

I first felt the shock mixed with denial; because a small part of me still thought she was just lying, trying to push me away again.

That part's voice faded away almost immediately when I heard whoever was beside her, that's when the anger overwhelmed every other feeling left. My fingers tightened over the phone, my fist itching to seek destruction just at the mere thought that...Fuck, I couldn't even begin to comprehend that she actually moved on, leaving what we once had behind her.

I trusted her.

I believed in what we had...in her.

She did love me, I know that, it was real. Yes, it was young love, high-school love even, but it was just as real as any other feeling.

But Lilly, she was always a losing battle for me, since day one, she was a flight risk, a one I took in with open arms.

I pressed my palms over the table ahead of me, trying to search for control, but losing. I closed my eyes shut as swells of hurt pounded at my skin, a radiating agony slamming me hard and fast. One brutal hit after another.

She was always the storm in my calmness, dragging me out of my comfort zone, stripping me out of my control, and letting me get lost in everything she is, that storm was once exciting and thrilling, but now, it just wrecked me.

I was so stupid, waiting around for her, thinking in less than what has passed, I will have her again. Even now, even after what she said, that boy in me who could never forget her still thought there was a...possibility.

But Edward was right, Conner was right too, I needed to fucking move on. I don't know how, but I should, it's about time.

I could go and seek that type of moving on in any stranger's bed, but it's not who I am, it's not the type of guy I am, it's not what could take away this anger or pain.

In my life, I always had everything, and I kept thinking that Lilly was the only missing piece. The one thing to fill that empty space in my inside, that no one else could fulfill. Loving her was the only thing I ever knew.

Maybe now it's finally the time to learn how not to do that anymore.

In the midst of me trying to gain back my control, that guy's voice rang in my ears again, her telling me she broke her promise, it crashed all over again and the anger burned deep in my spirit, the kind of rage that I hated pushed at my chest and at the lungs that weren't strong enough to handle it; A low groan vibrated from my chest and the need to let it out had me rushing my hand over the table, letting whatever was on it, crash down to the ground.

I wished it was him in my face now, so I could let my anger on his face, to warn him to stay away from what I thought was mine. I wished it was her here, so I could shake her back, tell her that maybe it is not too late.

I curled my shaking fingers into my fist, the part of my brain exerting control got so tired - it required energy and that got depleted each second I thought of her. I was too absorbed in my head and rage to notice Conner who walked into the kitchen, or that the hand who landed on my shoulder belonged to him. It had me turning around so fast, my fingers curling over his arm, pushing him away from me.

"Woah, Woah, it's just me," He said with wide eyes, raising his hands up in surrender.

His gaze flickered from me to the broken mess on the floor then back to me, "You talked with her."

"You knew, didn't you?" There was an accusation in my voice.

He hesitantly nodded his head, "Not everything, I just had a hunch."

My jaw tightened, "Why didn't you fucking tell me?"

His eyebrow raised, "Who has been pushing you to move on over the past months, huh?"

"You could've said something!" I snapped, marching forward, unconsciously letting my anger on him.

"What was I supposed to say?" He shot out, "That the girl you can't seem to get over is with some other guy," His eyebrows pulled together in anger, "That she didn't think twice before she betrayed that promise she once gave you!"

"Conner!" I warned, the anger multiplying, prickling under my skin and stopping my lungs from sucking the oxygen in.

"I bet even now, you're still thinking she didn't, that you two still stand a chance, but guess what, she slept with whoever that Christian is, do you get it now?"

"Stop, fucking stop!" I snapped, his words sent me reeling, my fingers curled over his shirt, pushing him backward and slamming his back against the wall, my chest panting for one normal breath, "Don't fucking talk about her like that!"

"What, Chase, face it, for god's sake just face it, she doesn't deserve you, as much as I care about her, I care about you more and look at what she does to you," There was frustration in his voice as well, "For the past three years, not for once did you have an asthma attack, you know why, because she isn't in your life to trigger that type of stress, but now look at yourself!"

I could feel my throat narrowing, like someone was squeezing the air out of my constricting lungs. My chest felt too tight and inflamed. It's true, I can't remember that last time I had an attack that I actually forgot how it feels like, that I ignored the first signs. I was extra careful with my medications and exercises over the past years, keeping myself in check so this damn disease can never again threaten my career, but one thing that doesn't have a cure or a medication, is the emotional stress, is this anger that could easily trigger it with no restraints.

My fingers dropped down from his shirt and I backed away, trying to heave one breath from my lungs at a time, the thought that after all this time, this was happening again overwhelmed all of my senses and I felt Conner's hand on mine, placing something inside my palm, "Here you go."

I dropped down on the stool, placing the inhaler to my mouth, easing my lungs back into their normal function. I couldn't dwell long on the fact that Conner had the inhaler on him, like he just knew.

I placed it away and dropped my elbows over the counter, before I placed my head in them, my fingers dove into my hair and I couldn't come up with one rational thought. The anger leaving me with something much worse.

"I am sorry you had to know like this," Conner said, a bit of guilt flared in his tone, "But you love her more than you should, it's not...healthy."

"I am gonna ask one thing from you," I mumbled, looking up at him, "If I ever decide to go there, just stop me, okay?"

He nodded and rested his hand over my shoulder, "You can count on me, buddy."

My gaze drifted down and determination clouded my mind. It's about fucking time I move on.

*************

Lilly's POV

I marched out of the house, clutching my bag and phone in one hand, my vision blurry with tears as I rushed down the stairs, trying to get away from here and from everyone as fast as possible.

Christian caught up to my speed, and his fingers curled over my hand from the back, stopping me, "Jesus Lilly, just wait," He urged, coming to a stop in front of me.

"I should go," I mumbled, pulling my arm away from his reach, and tried to push past him.

He moved his body, blocking my way, his eyebrows pulling closer as he stared at my face and tears, "Okay you can leave, but when you calm down, not like this," He shook his head, "I won't let you drive when you are like this," His hand reached for my arm, his fingers curled over my wrist and gently pulled me closer, "You're shaking, what the hell happened?"

I shook my head, "Let me go," I mumbled, trying my best to stop the stupid tears from falling. Hearing his voice, hearing the hurt in it, the fact that I've hurt him again, that he knows everything now pushed harder and harder against my aching chest.

I was too wrapped up in my own pain to consider how my actions would deeply hurt him. The regret I didn't allow myself to feel before, now was rapidly eating up at my inside.

He said he didn't move on, that he never stopped loving me, was that really true?

It didn't matter anymore, he knows now, no way in hell do we stand a chance after this. I broke my promise, and it won't be long before he follows me down that same road.

Why did he call me, why did he open a door to the past I was desperately running away from. I was better off not knowing anything about him, I was better off thinking he was doing the exact same thing I am doing.

I pressed a hand to my mouth, stopping myself from crying but it was just too much, too sudden for my brain to comprehend or deal with. I felt Christian's hand move from my wrist and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his embrace, his hand pressed against the back of my head and I pressed my forehead into his chest, holding into something to stop me from collapsing down.

He held me for a couple of seconds and when he pulled back a fraction, he cupped my face in his hands, his thumb brushing the tears away, the hurt in my eyes reflected off the frown crawling up between his eyebrows, "You won't ruin anything," He said over a whisper, shaking his head, addressing what I said right before I stormed out.

I shook my head, "We shouldn't see each other anymore," I said, "It's wrong, so wrong."

A bit of fear flashed in his eyes, "Don't say that," He said, and before he could add more, I placed my hands over his and removed them away from over my face, "You said you and I would only end in a disaster, you were so right," I mumbled, backing away from his touch, "This all was just a big mistake."

I walked past him, needing the space and the distance, he is only a reminder of what I've done.

Christian called for me again but I didn't respond. I got into my car and drove home. When I reached it, my tears had already stopped. I unlocked the door and walked inside, I heard Sally's footsteps behind me, "Lilly," But before she could say more, "I am not in the mood to talk," I mumbled before I walked into my room, closed the door, and locked it.

In moments like this, I prefer to be alone. He was the only one I'd let in when I can't handle anyone else. But, he is not here now. He wasn't here for the past three years, an absence I thought I was getting used to.

I washed my face, wiping away the mess from over my cheeks. I opened the closet to change my clothes when my eyes fell on that specific blue sweater in the very back. I reached for it and when I unfolded it, the picture of little us I had hidden in there fell to the ground.

I crouched down and took it into my hand, my chest squeezed tighter as I ran my fingers over his face. I'd do anything to go back there, to when we were young, innocent, and not in this mess of love and heartbreak we have going on.

I wore the sweater, needing something that belongs to him to surround me, maybe it can take some of this ache away. I placed the picture in my pocket and laid down on the bed. I pulled the small teddy bear into my arms. I pressed my eyes shut and buried my face into its old brown head.

Heartbreak clouded my senses when I remembered how back then, whenever I'd break a toy of his, he'd take this teddy bear and hide it away, knowing very well I can't sleep without it. I'd cry, and he wouldn't handle my tears, so every time he'd give it back right away.

I almost smiled. We really have been fighting since day one.

With my heart a mess, I sat down and pulled the picture out of my pocket, stared at it for a long time before I grabbed my phone and took a picture of it. Hesitantly, I opened the messages and went to his name, I was drunk on emotions, on his voice, on the hope that I've lost, that I didn't hesitate before I sent the picture to him. Under it I wrote, 'Do you remember this?'

A couple of seconds only and the message marked seen. I was fully aware that he wouldn't reply to me, but I took my chances nevertheless. I stared at the screen long enough and my heart knocked it up a notch when I saw he was typing something.

He typed, then stopped, then typed something again, and then the short message came as, 'Yes, I remember.'

I sucked into a deep breath and sent back, 'I wish we can go back to those times, everything was so much simpler.'

He saw the message but more than a minute and he didn't write anything back, so I typed again, 'I never meant to hurt you.' My chest squeezed tighter and tears gathered back into my eyes as I added, 'I still love you, Chase.'

Two seconds later and he called me, my eyes widened a bit and without hesitation, I answered, "Chase," I mumbled.

"No, Lilly, you don't," He said, "At least, not anymore."

I shook my head, and one tear fell, "You can't say that."

"Lilly," His voice was low, and there was no anger in it, there was exhaustion only, as if all of his energy was depleted, "We'll always love each other, always care about each other because before we are anything else, we are family, we grew up together, we know each other better than anyone could, and that bond can't be easily broken," It's so true, "And I know, despite everything, I will always be there for you if you needed me and... I know you'd do the same for me."

I nodded my head but before I could talk, he carried on, "But, the moment you allowed someone else into your life, is the moment you fell out of love," He added, "And now you are just confused about the difference between what being in love with me and caring about me is."

"No, Chase, I just..." I shook my head, unable to find the words to describe it, "I was so unhappy for so long, I was in pain, I couldn't be the same person I was anymore, and then-"

"I was in pain too, but don't forget that you chose to put us through that."

I shook my head, "You weren't here," I mumbled over a hoarse whisper.

"I could've been, I could've came at every chance I got, we could've had the summers for each other, but you didn't give us a chance to try even," Frustration seeped within his words, "You said after five years but you couldn't even stick to that!"

I pressed my eyes shut and shook my head, "It wasn't the type of life I wanted," To just wait for months and months to see him again. No matter how hard the past three years passed, it was easier than that. It was easier to feel empty than the ache of waiting around for him and worrying about everything he's doing.

"I know, and I really hope you're having the life you want now." He said.

I gulped down, not sure if I am really living it, "Can we at least keep talking?" I didn't realize how much I needed to hear his voice till today.

"No, Lilly, we can't," He said, "You asked for space last time, I have to be the one asking for it now," I rubbed at my chest, where it hurt so bad, "I need to do what you successfully did, I need to move on."

"I didn't..." My voice broke down, "I didn't move on."

"You did, there is another person in your life now," His voice tightened and I knew how hard this was on him, "You moved on quite alright."

"But," I admitted over a low whisper, "But I'd choose you over anyone, anytime."

"I told you this before, and I'd say it again," He said, "I don't want to be a choice you pick, actually, there wasn't even any need for a choice to be made in the first place."

"So, what am I supposed to do now?" I am lost again. So lost.

"That's a question only you can answer," He said, "Do what makes you happy, no matter what, I'd still want you to be happy."

More tears spilled down and I rubbed at my strained throat, "Lilly, please just..." He sighed, "Stop crying," He urged, softness wrapped around his word and my heart broke even more.

I sniffled, "I want you to be happy as well."

"I know," He said, his voice lowered, "You're not a bad person Lilly, I know you didn't mean to hurt me," But I still did, more than once, "You are pure, just do one thing, make sure no one takes advantage of that."

"Not everyone is like that, so be careful," He added, and worry flared in his words, "Don't let anyone hurt you."

I nodded, "I won't."

"Can I ask one thing?" I added.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think...do you think that we still stand another chance?"

There was a moment of silence from his side before he said, "How about you ask me that the next time we meet."

He didn't leave me time to process his vague words or the meaning hidden in between the lines.

"I should go now," He said and I knew it was another goodbye, something we mastered at, "Bye, Lilly."

"Bye, Chase."

I pulled the phone away and no more tears fell as I dropped my head over the pillow, exhausted and drained. I did feel pain, it still pressed against my chest and heart, but it wasn't as big as the one I felt at our first goodbye.

Because I didn't lose him now. I lost him the moment I stopped talking to him, the moment I told him that I wanted to move on, the moment I looked at another guy and felt what only Chase once made me feel.

I lost him three years ago and somehow I knew it, and all this time, I was just grieving his loss.

**************

I woke up late for the first time in a while. I checked the time and saw that it reached one p.m. I groaned in annoyance and covered my face with my hands. I couldn't sleep all night, I remember it to be seven a.m. when I last checked the time.

I breathed out a low sigh and made up my mind. I already missed my morning class, so maybe it's better to take the whole day off, it's better if I don't face Christian right away. I need time to think and rearrange my thoughts.

Lazily, I got to my feet and unlocked my door before I headed to the kitchen, expecting Sally to be here since she doesn't have any classes today.

A yawn parted my lips and I tiredly rubbed at my eyes. I paused in my steps when I reached the kitchen and my attention was first stolen by the one red rose laying over the counter, under it was a small piece of paper.

Curious and confused, I walked closer and picked the rose up, my eyes traveled to the paper and read the words written, 'It felt so weird not to see you first thing in the morning, you even missed out on our Friday tradition, so I dropped by to give it to you.' At those words, my gaze drifted to the cartoon bag beside the rose, I looked inside to see a cup of coffee and a blueberry scone.

True, it was our Friday tradition since that day.

I looked back at the paper and read the last lines,

'I don't want to push you harder, so I didn't call, but I am worried Lilly, please do call me back. Just tell me you're okay. I want to hear your voice and I really think we should talk about this.

- Christian"

"He dropped by like half an hour ago," Sally's voice from behind me had me turning around to face her.

"He asked about you, I told him you were sleeping, he said he didn't want to disturb you and just left these," She added and my eyes fell again on them, taken aback but the little but not-so-little gesture.

She walked closer to me and sat down, "Did something happen last night?"

I nodded, "Chase called me," I mumbled, "I will tell you the details later, I don't feel like talking about it now."

She placed her hand over my arm, "What about..." She nodded toward the small paper, "What about him?"

I shrugged, "I don't know."

I really don't.

I can't deny that with Christian, I feel like myself again. I am free, with no restraints and he makes me feel like I can do anything. He reminds me of how to have fun and be happy again.

"You know that I will never like him," Sally admitted honestly, "I just don't see you guys fitting at all, but as I said before, it's your life Lilly, you're the one living it and feeling it, it's your choice and just...choose to be happy, to be okay. That's all that matters."

I looked at her and nodded my head. That's why I need the day off, I need to think, something I haven't been doing much since I met Christian.

***************

Saturday

'Tomorrow we'll go to Motocross like we agreed on, are you still in?' I read the message Louis sent me in the morning and still couldn't come up with a decision of what I am going to do with this or with Christian, so I just decided to ignore it.

A couple of minutes later and another message arrived, this time from Christian, 'It would be really nice if you'd join us tomorrow, I am still on my word to teach you how to ride the bike. I will be waiting for you.'

Unable to make up my mind. I placed my phone down and decided to ignore this one as well.

The ringing of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I groaned in annoyance, since when my phone doesn't shut up. I turned it around to see dad's name flash through the screen.

I immediately answered, "Hey, dad."

"Hey, little bug," He said, "So, if I don't call, you never call me, do you not miss me or something?"

A small smile came to my lips at his annoyed tone, "Of course I miss you," I mumbled, "More than you can imagine."

"Okay, then show it next time," He said, still very annoyed, "You know me, I need attention and affection or I get cranky."

I chuckled, "Yeah, I know, I am sorry, I just...I was busy with school and stuff."

"It's okay, I forgive you," He said, ever so seriously and I wished he'd be here, I'd hug him and he would make it all okay again.

"God, just graduate already, I miss having you in the same continent as me," He said with a tired sigh, "Your mother and Max are teaming up against me these days and I don't like it, not one bit."

I smiled, imagining their frequent silly arguments. I really miss them all so much. Yeah, living alone is cool and all, but still, the warmness that house gives me, I know I can't find it anywhere else.

"Don't worry, when I get back, we'll double team them again."

"Will you come during the semester break?" He asked, hopeful, because this summer I was doing my internship here and couldn't see them as much as I wanted to.

"I will try to do that," I said, "If not, you guys come here, okay."

"If it's up to me, you'll find me there every weekend, but your mother doesn't give me permission anymore," He mumbled in annoyance, "Considering I visited you a lot last year."

I chuckled, remembering how he'd get on a plane and come here at every chance he'd get, till mom scolded him about it. The whole reason for me coming here is to depend on myself, something that apparently I am not very good at.

"Are you talking about me?" I heard mom's threatening voice from beside him, "Yeah, I am just telling Lilly how beautiful you are," He said, ever so innocently.

Her voice became clearer, "Hey baby, how are you?"

"Do not scream in my ear!" Dad said in annoyance.

"God, you are so grumpy these days," She commented and I chuckled at them. They'll never change.

"Well yeah, this is what happens when I don't get love," He said, sounding like a little kid who needed to be taken care of, "It's your fault."

"Mom, what did you do to him?" I asked.

"I swear I didn't do anything," She said with a sigh, "You know how your dad is."

"Hey!" Dad said, offended.

I chuckled again, "I am gonna leave you guys to fix this between you."

"Okay baby, bye," Mom said, "Call me later so we can talk."

"Little bug, call me first, or I am gonna become more cranky," He threatened and I nodded, "Okay, okay, I will, I love you both so much."

I stared at my phone, a smile still on my face and I realized as long as I have these two, everything will be okay.

*************

Sunday

After the thinking I've been having for the last two days, I found myself calling Louis and asking him for this motocross address. I didn't tell Christian, I just got into my car and drove there, letting things go with the flow.

Louis was waiting for me by the entrance, so I won't get lost. It was indeed a really big park, leading down to the forest. As we made our way inside, I couldn't help but look all around me, many people were gathered by the parking area of their motors, they'd pick it up from there and race down the muddy tracks, leading down to the line of tall trees down at the forest.

"This looks so cool," I mumbled.

Louis nodded, "Do you plan on getting on one?"

I nodded in excitement, "I'd love to."

We reached the spot where they all were gathered, my eyes drifted around the little crowd, searching for Christian but couldn't find him. I waved my hand to Stacy and smiled, she did the same but when my eyes drifted to Joe, her boyfriend, he just gave me a curt nod. I have a feeling that he doesn't like me, I just don't know why. I've been hanging out with them for the past three months but he and I never had one single conversation, he is the least friendly among the three guys.

"Where is Christian?" I asked Stacy.

She looked ahead and pointed, "He went in that direction, I think he was talking on the phone or something."

I nodded and made my way to where she pointed at. My gaze fell on his back as he made his way through the crowd and into an excluded spot. He stopped by one of the benches, the phone to his ear, and just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out to see that he's the one calling me.

I couldn't help my smile as he nervously mumbled, "Come on, please pick up."

He rubbed at the back of his neck, "Fuck, what am I gonna say if she picks up," He mumbled to himself and I suppressed the urge to laugh, "Should've thought about that before calling her, shouldn't I!" I didn't know that I make him nervous, just like he makes me feel sometimes.

I clicked the answer button and said through the phone, "Why don't you just turn around?"

At that, he immediately turned around, his grey eyes widened a bit when they fell on me before the corner of his lips pulled up in a smile, "You're here."

I nodded and he took a couple of steps forward, his gaze flickered all over my face and his smile slowly dropped down as he shook his head, "Don't do that again," He said, "Don't disappear on me like that again."

I shrugged, "I can't promise."

A frown pulled up between his eyebrows and he shook his head, taking my words seriously, "Lilly, what I said that day in my office was because I...I felt something and it scared me," He said, "But then you said that you don't want to see me anymore and that scared me even more."

His hand went to mine, his fingers brushed my skin before they took my hand in his and he pulled me closer, "Turns out I like you more than I'd let myself admit."

The reason I didn't think of Christian as anything more than casual sex, is because I always compared my feelings toward Chase to what I feel toward him. But recently I came to realize that not everything is supposed to be epic. With Chase, from the very first kiss, I felt it all, I felt how that boy was meant for me only, our connection was too magnetic, that's why it was just temporary.

I looked into Christian's eyes and decided that what I have for him, even if not as big, is worth giving it a try, "I think that I like you too," He gives me comfort, he makes me happy, and I need that for now.

His smile widened and his hand traveled to my face, his finger brushed my cheek, before his eyes fell to my lips, he leaned closer and softly pressed his to mine; his kiss was gentle and slow. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to melt into it, and appreciate the fact that it made my stomach tumble out in excitement.

When he pulled away, my eyebrow raised as I stressed out, "You promised to give me a thrilling ride, today."

He nodded, a small smirk lifted the corner of his lips, "That, I will do."

His words held a promise, and I believed that this whole ride with him, as long as it lasts, is gonna be thrilling.

*************

I winced in pain when Christian gently rubbed the alcohol over my knee. I pouted, "I don't want to do this again," I mumbled, annoyed at the fact that I fell down when he was teaching me.

He smiled and shook his head, "You just fell one time, come on, you were actually better than I expected, you have a really good balance," I winced again at the stung of the alcohol and he stood up, pulling a small bandage from the kit beside me on the counter, "A couple more times and you'll ride it better than me." He placed the small bandage over my scar, made sure it's all okay before he carefully pulled down the leg of my pants.

He inched closer and stood between my legs. He wrapped his arms over my waist and I pouted again, "Still, Louis made fun of me."

He chuckled, "Nevermind him, he isn't that good either, he broke my bike last time he borrowed it," He tucked my hair behind my ear, "Whenever the weather is good, we can go and I can teach you till you become better than him, what do you say?"

I nodded, "Okay, I agree," I mumbled, "I want to beat him."

He nodded and leaned closer to peck my lips. I placed my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, ridding my body of its tiredness. Today was a long day, and when the sun started to go down and I had my little fall-down, we decided to leave the rest of them and head back, but instead of taking me to my place, he took me to his house.

"Can you stay here tonight as well?" He asked, giving me his puppy eyes.

I smiled and shrugged, "FYI, I got my period, so we can't have sex."

His eyebrows pulled closer, "I don't mean that, I want you to stay so we can spend more time together," He ran his thumb over my lower lip, his gaze flickered from there and to my eyes, "I don't want this, between us, to be just...sex," He said, the grey in his eyes taking a very light tone, making the hint of blue in them more evident, more beautiful, "I want more," He said, indirectly asking to make this more official, "I want to always spend time with you, I want..."

He paused and his throat bobbed, as if unable to express himself the correct way. I bit at my lower lip and my eyebrow raised, "Dr. Irvine, are you officially asking me to be your girlfriend?"

He immediately nodded, "Yes," He said and his eyes looked deeply into mine, assessing my reaction.

"I like spending time with you as well," I said, honestly, "I think I'd like to see where this could lead us to."

There is nothing to lose.

Maybe, maybe I could learn how to fall in love again.

Maybe, this time it won't hurt as much.

Maybe.

A smile spread over his lips, "Ms. Dolan, does this mean you're accepting to be my girlfriend?" He asked, his eyebrow raising and mimicking the tease in my voice.

I nodded, "I do."

Almost instantly, his hand moved to my neck and he pulled me closer, slamming his lips against mine urgently, knocking my breath away, and kissing me with the pleasure this acceptance gave him.

I rested my fingers over his chest, and when he pulled away, I mumbled over a low whisper, "Christian, there is one thing only that I need from you."

He nodded, urging me to say it. I looked at his face and shook my head, "Please don't break my heart," I said and his eyebrows pulled closer, confused at my choice of words, "I don't think I got what it takes to go through that again."

He immediately shook his head, "Lilly, I would never," He said, taken aback by the weakness my little request held.

He cupped my face in his hands, his words and eyes assuring, "You can trust me."

***********************************

If you were in her place, would you trust him?
I've got the worse trust issues in the world, so I'll probably stay careful all the time.

Anyways, whatcha ya think! Chase's POV again. Lilly and her decisions....And of course Alex my baby driving Cara crazy xD

Btw, something kind of cool will happen next chapter. You'll either get it or you won't. We'll see!

This chapter's question is kind of like what Lilly asked chase;
do you believe in second chances? Or are you with the team who says, who does it once, can do it twice?

That's all for now. Love ya all!