A/N: And here it is guys. :( The last reason.
I . . . saved the best for last? :D
I'd like to thank you all for sticking around for this story. This chapter has a long time comin', hm? x)
And, without further ado, Reason #25. Enjoy, my friends. :)
Why Guys Love Girls
The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore . . . Yet regardless whether you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them . . . it matters not. Because once in your life whatever they were to the world they become the world to you. When you look them in the eyes traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without a trace of sound you know that your own life is inevitably consumed with the rhythmic beatings of her heart. We love them for a million reasons; no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of a mind, but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
Recommended song: If You Ever Come Back – The Script
Nothing – The Script
"You know what? That's it. That's it!"
"What? Wait! Artemis, where you going?"
"Wait! Don't – aw, shit!" He cursed as he tripped over the threshold of the doorway and propelled himself into the hallway, head colliding with the light attached to the wall across from their apartment. He straightened up and fingered the bleeding gash across his forehead briefly before taking off after his wife. "Artemis!"
"Leave me alone Wally!"
He caught up to her as she stalked out of their apartment building, zipping in front of her and blocking her path before she could reach the curb and grabbing her arm, "Hold up! I just want to talk."
She sneered, "Well I don't want to talk to you."
He sighed, sounding tired, "Artemis, please. Look, I said I'm sorry. Can we please be done with this?"
"No, we can't be 'done with this'! You can't just do things like that, Wally!" She jerked away from him as if just noticing his hand on her arm, "And don't touch me!"
"Well, excuse me for trying to save our marriage." Not that there's much to save, at this point.
"Damn it Wally! Why do you even care? We both knew that this was never going to last."
He stared at her, aghast, "You never thought this would work? Then why the hell did you marry me?"
"I don't know, Wally." They were silent for a moment, before Artemis shook her head and picked her bags up, stalking past him and muttering, "This is stupid."
He groaned, spinning around and reaching for her shoulder, "Artemis, wait!"
She spun around to face him, knocking his hand away, her bags forgotten, "Why are you trying to save this? It's lost, Wally!"
"Because?" she said bitterly, her voice choking on the tears that were quickly making trails down her face, "Because isn't a reason, Wally. It's a word. It's a damn word that doesn't mean anything when you take it out of context. It means nothing! Nothing!
"No. It means everything. You mean everything." He stared at her, his emerald eyes serious, "You mean everything to me."
She shook her head with a watery laugh, "Yeah, I'm sure."
He snatched her wrist, startling her into dropping her bags, and pulled her to him, so their bodies were flush against each other, "I don't think you understand."
"Wally!" she growled, pushing against his chest, desperate to put some distance between them.
"Artemis. Do you know why I love you?"
"Please don't do this." She whispered brokenly, her struggles becoming weaker.
"You are the most important person in my life." He studied her face, gauging her reaction before continuing softly, "Your tears make me want to change the world so that it can't hurt you anymore. And it doesn't matter if I love you or I hate you at the moment but I know that I would die without you. It doesn't matter," he said desperately, hooking a finger under her chin and turning her face up to his so he could stare into her eyes, "Because, for once in my life, I have you. Because whatever you were to the world, you are my world now. You mean everything. When I look at you, when I look in your eyes, I can see into your soul and we can say anything and everything without needing to speak." During his speech, she had began to lean against him, her body shaking with silent sobs as the hands that were pushing him away were now starting to grip the front of his shirt, "Artemis, my life revolves around your heart beats. I love you for a million reasons and I know I could never do you justice. I feel this. It's something that my brain can't wrap itself around. It's something that only my heart knows."
He took a deep, shuddering breath and closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of her in his arms again, savoring it before he had to let go. Because, as much as he selfishly wanted her to choose to stay with him, he knew that this had to be her decision. She had to make up her own mind, or she would never be happy.
If you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it was meant to be yours . . . right?
He gently uncurled her fingers, releasing his shirt, before dropping his arms and taking a step back, his eyes guarded and shielded once more, "And because you earned my respect long before you ever caught my heart, I'm stepping aside and letting you choose. You can leave me, right now. I won't try to stop you. If you think it's best – best for you, well, I'll let you do what you think is right without any interference from me." He held up his hands as his lips stretched into a funny half smile that didn't reach his eyes, "After all, isn't it better to be respected than be loved? Or something like that."
She stared at him, her almond eyes damp and wide, taking in the serious young man before her. "You're . . . you're giving me a choice?"
He shrugged, a not-exactly-happy smile on his lips, "Yeah. You have to make your own mind up on this one, or you'll never be happy."
She nodded, tilting her head back as she tried to stop the tears from flowing. Her eyes wandered among the stars above them as her head mulled over everything that had happened. He puts his respect for me over his love for me. He . . . he trusts me. He trusts me to make the best decision . . . for me. She looked back at Wally and instantly saw the boy she had fallen in love with years ago. The fiery red hair to match his fiery and electric personality. The freckles that covered every inch of his body. And those green, beautiful green eyes, that reflected all of himself that he tried to keep under wraps; the caring, the compassion, the jealously, the bravery, the vulnerability . . .
He stared at her cautiously, those green eyes that she loved so much carefully shuttered and opaque, not letting anything through. He watched as her dark eyes darkened even further and he braced himself for another yelling match.
"You idiot," she snarled, stalking over to him and winding her fingers through the hair on the back of his head, roughly jerking him forward so that their faces were an inch apart. She glared into his wide green eyes and before he could say anything, she crushed their mouths together. He inhaled sharply through his nose as she forcibly parted their lips and the warm air from his mouth rushed into hers. With a faint growl, he looped one arm around her waist and the other one snaked upward and rested vertically along her spine so his hand could tangle in her hair. Their mouths molded together and their tongues battled in well learned and remembered patterns, neither willing to give ground to the other. Abruptly, Wally took over the kiss, forcibly angling her head for better access so his tongue could do a quickly sweep of her mouth before pulling back and sweetening the kiss. The hand in her hair slipped out so he could brush the backs of his fingers against her cheek. He was startled to find moisture against his fingers and he pulled back, both of them breathing hard.
His surprised green eyes stared into her damp brown ones as he struggled to catch his breath, "Well?"
As their breathing slowed, she studied his face, her fingers still pulling and teasing the hair at the back of his neck. Offhandedly, she decided that this was a moment of him she would always remember; his emerald eyes wide and searching, his face flushed and cheeks tinted pink, his red hair windswept and mussed and his lips swollen.
She reached a hand up to brush his cheek, stroking it briefly before reaching up to run her fingers through his hair brushing the strands away from the already-healing cut on his forehead. He watched her silently, his eyes cautiously tracking her movements as she lowered her hands so her fingers could dance against his lips.
Finally, she spoke, shaking her head, "I can't promise you a perfect relationship. I've never been able to. But," She gave him a shaky smile, but her voice was strong and steady as she stared up at him, at his eyes searching her face, "What I can promise you is that as long as we're trying," she paused as his gaze locked on hers, and then stared into his eyes with conviction, "I'm staying."
He stared at her for a moment as it sunk in, then his face dramatically changed to relief and he swept her back into his arms, muttering incoherently and raining kisses against every part of her he could reach; her cheeks, her eyes, her lips, her hair. She just wrapped her arms around his waist and held on tight.
Finally, he pulled back and cupped her face in his hands, "I love you," he murmured, his eyes half disbelieving and the twist of his lips wry, "God help me, I don't know why, but I do. Even if you keep yanking my damn chain." He smirked, tugging on her ponytail.
She pressed a kiss to his cheek, tasting the salt on his skin.
"I love you too," she murmured against him.
We love them for a million reasons; no paper would do it justice.
It is a thing not of a mind, but of the heart.
A/N: I sincerely hope that there are guys out there like you, Wally. :) Artemis is a lucky girl.
This story is now done, although I'd love to do a sequel (in all my free time, I know xD). I found a list that is similar to this, but I'm not sure if I can do this again. Something always comes along and messes up my time schedule.
You guys want to do me a favor? :D Tell me what your favorite one shot was in your review, please? I'd love to know which ones you liked best.
And, for the last time, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.
See you around,