Let Her Love You

MORGAN'S P.O.V.

I walked into the room she had been occupying, feeling like a soulless body. In essence that was what I was, but..it felt even mlre real now. The room smelled strongly of her, and I sat on the bed, my jead hanging low.

Was I going to lose Samantha like this? Even greater on my mind was the fact that she didn't even trust me. How easy was it for her to think the very worst of me?

I changed my seating position to the floor, feeling a weird dull ache at the back of my head. I might have given Samantha too much of everything I had, and now, now that she wasn't here with me, I feel empty. 

"Can I come in?" I turned to the door and saw Nick peering in. 

"You're done protecting her?" I said and drew my knees to myself, feeling my eyes fill up, more with hatred and anger than the physical tears I could feel.

"I was protecting both of you," He said and closed the door behind him but didn't move any closer. 

"Oh, yeah. Right, I could see that."

He shrugged. "Maybe you should give her some space."

"So you can take her away from me?"

"The only person I know I would consider losing you for was Nicole, Morgan. I am sure you've gone through the mazes in my mind and made sure of that. You are just finding it hard to believe cause you have no one to direct your anger at right now. But you do know that I am not the enemy."

I lowered my head. It was true. "Still." 

"See? You were like this ever since we were little."

"Just..I am still angry with you."

Nick came to sit beside me, and drew his knees to himself, throwing his arms over them like I had. I swallowed, feeling the dull ache in my head.

"I am sorry about earlier, but Samantha needed to feel protected. You weren't what she needed at that point."

"How do you know what she needs?" I said, eyeing him.

"You know it too. You are just letting the immense love you have for her cloud your rationality."

I growled hard, putting my tongue in my cheek. "When will she need me?'

He shrugged. "I suggest you let her come to you herself. Has she ever told you she loves you?"

It just occurred to me. "No," I answered grudgingly.

He threw a playful arm over my shoulder. "For you to never doubt yourself like this, to never doubt what you both share, she has to walk at least fifty percent of the way to you. You love her, but at some point, your heart will start to feel left out. Let her love you."

I pushed his arm away and he laughed. "What if.." I swallowed. It was hard imagining it, and even harder saying it. "What if she never comes to me? What do I do then?"

Nick looked at me for a while. "She will come, Morgan. I am sure she will."