3rd person POV

“are you coming or not?” your voice stopped his train of hoguhts

“al?”

Your POV

I stood there rooted on the ground..

That… that nickname, that only him would have the courage to call me again..

I use to hate people calling me that because that was the nickname my ex boyfriend gave me, the ex boyfriend who played with my heart before Kris..

He comforted me and taught me to love again, taught me to take risk again..

He knows he got me big time just by calling me that..

It was like our language to speak that no one else can understand.

“w-what?” I stutter; slowly mving my body, facing him..

Oh how much I miss his arms hugging me, his mouth comforting me and suiting me with sweet and romantic words.

“al, Im sorry… im so sorry that I was such a jerk.. im sorry for not trusting you enough, im sorry for leaving.. I didn’t really mean to leave you its just that im afraid…. I mean my man pride was afraid that you would me for another man… my man pride was afraid that a mere girl would leave me, andv that pride just got the best of my” he explained; looking at me straight in the eye

3rd Person POV

Tears were streaming down in Kris’s face, knees weakening to the point that it gave