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After mulling over Ander’s advice, I decide he might have a valid point.
In my mind, contacting Izzy after Maverick’s death was strictly about apologizing and attempting to move forward, but is that truly what she needed from me? Did she need my words? Or did she need my actions?
Did she need to see that no matter what, just like I said, I wasn’t walking away from her?
If so, I haven’t shown her that.
She used to always run from me, from what we have, because it’s all she knew how to do. It left me feeling like I needed to give her a reason to learn how to stay.
I didn’t know she was done running until it was too late. I didn’t know she had chosen me until fate had doomed us in the form of a bullet in someone else’s heart.
And then I gave up on trying to contact her when it got too hard for me. Just fucking gave up, like a coward.
I’ve never been a coward a single goddamn day of my life. It ends now.
I can’t give up on her, on us.
It’s time to fucking act.
But hell, I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t nervous.
I type a message, then delete it. Then type it again and delete it again.
I repeat this process several times.
I need her to know everything I feel. She has to know she’s it for me, and damnit, I need to beitfor her.
Nothing I can say seems right or like it’s enough. So instead, I decided to open the door and leave the ball in her court.
Jett
Thank you, Beauty.
I’m a fucking idiot. There’s no way she’s responding to that. Could I have sent anything less meaningful? The thing is, there are no words to describe how grateful I am. No words can justify how badly I miss her and need her to be a part of my life.
To my surprise, not even a minute later, my phone dings with a reply.
Izzy
You weren’t supposed to know.
It’s a simple reply to a simple text. I’ll fucking take it.
It’s my in.
Jett
I know everything.
Izzy
You fucking wish.
I snort out a laugh and debate my response.
She’s responding, and that's all I can focus on. It may not be permanent, but it’sfor now,and I’m grateful.
Jett
