Sea Breeze 02 - Because of Low

blinked several times and stared. It sure felt real.
    “Low,” he whispered almost reverently. This had to be a dream. This was my dream Marcus. The one who didn’t hate me. The one who still loved me. I turned from the door not wanting to dream anymore. It hurt too much. I was tired of hurting.
    “Low please, just listen to me, please,” Marcus pleaded from behind me. Turning around, I saw that he had stepped inside the door.
    “Am I asleep?” I asked him, confused. Because this dream was way too real.
    “No,” came his simple reply. I watched as he closed the door behind him.
    “Why’re you here?”
    He took another step closer and I took one back. Sookie screamed on the television and I jumped, startled. Reaching for the remote I pressed mute and then looked back up at Marcus.
    “I wanted to talk to you. I don’t deserve for you to listen to me but I’m willing to beg if it’ll do any good.”
    Frowning I sat down on the couch and pulled my legs underneath me.
    “I’m listening,” I replied and he visibly relaxed.
    “I’m sorry,” he started and closed his eyes tightly taking a deep breath before opening them and gazing at me with so many emotions. “That day. You came here to tell me. You’d just found out. But I didn’t know that. I knew you were upset but then my sister called and my mother had taken a bottle full of prescription pain killers.”
    I knew this already but I let him continue.
    “We almost lost her. But they pumped her stomach and I stood there with my sister waiting for her to come back to us. When she woke up she said Dad had brought her the divorce papers and he was moving in with another woman. She tried to kill herself. I went to the dealership and demanded someone give me his new address. I was going to beat him to a bloody pulp for what he’d done to my mother. What he drove her too. The fear that had gripped me all afternoon as I watched my mother’s life hang in the balance transferred to fury. Then when I walked in and saw you and your sister. I couldn’t think straight, Low. I felt betrayed. Not by my dad but by you. I didn’t see how there was any way you could not know. And then you being there at that house. I was positive you knew. I didn’t trust you. I didn’t listen to you. I just turned all that fear and fury and lashed out at you. And so help me God I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”
    Tears clung to my eyelashes as I watched the turmoil and regret in Marcus’s face as he replayed the day he’d shattered me. My heart ached for him. I sniffed and reached up to wipe the tears away.
    “I forgive you.” I did. It didn’t change much but I did forgive him. I took a deep breath and realized it was easier to breathe. Knowing he didn’t believe I’d betrayed him took the heaviness away. Most of it at least.
    Marcus stared at me. I’d surprised him. He didn’t expect me to forgive him.
    “You forgive me?” He asked hoarsely.
    “Yes, I do. I understand what happened. The entire situation was a nightmare. But life sucks and you get over it and move on.”
    He swallowed so hard I could see his throat constrict.
    “I love you Low.”
    I wanted to believe that and maybe he did. But I couldn’t survive him again. I’d met my limit of heartbreak.
    “Marcus, what we had, it was, it was incredible. It was amazing. I’ve never had anything like that before. I’ll cherish it for the rest of my life”
    “Don’t, Low. Please,” Marcus choked out.
    I forced a smile through my tears. They were flowing freely now. This was our closure.
    “I can’t do that again. Once was all I can handle. I never thought I’d open up like that to anyone. To be free and trusting. But I did. And I don’t regret it. I never will. But I’ve met my quota on abandonment in my life. I need to protect me .”
    Marcus let out a long rattled breath and stood up. I watched as he ran his hands through his hair. He was beautiful. And he had once been mine. I was thankful for that.
    “Low I will love you until the day I die,” he declared staring down at me with moisture glistening in his eyes. I’d love him too. But it wasn’t enough.
    “I’m sorry,” I whispered.
    We stared at each other as the heaviness of where we’d ended up settled on us. He took another deep breath then he nodded.
    “I can’t force you to trust me. I deserve this,” his voice was shaky.
    “You deserve to be happy,” I assured him. Because he did.
    “I’ll never be happy without