#Rev (GearShark, #2)

by Cambria Hebert

I’d been learning about him since the day we met. I hadn’t always realized it or even known it was happening, but now I did. It was like being taught how to tie a shoe, not being able to get the hang of it until one day I created a bow. Today was my bow. It might be a little crooked, it might be a little loose, but it was a bow all the same. Trent was so understanding because he himself wasn't understood. He had the ability to make people feel at ease with themselves because he knew what it was like to be conflicted. He listened because his mind was the loudest, and he accepted others because he himself felt unaccepted.

“There’s only one kind of hurt for me that won’t ever heal.”

I was dumbstruck. So completely astounded. He told me he loved me. I knew it was true. What I hadn’t realized was his love for me rivaled my love for him.

So here I was. Standing in the present, turning my back on the past. Our revolution began with love.

“But now I’m ashamed. I knew I was going to disappoint you today, and I’ve been struggling with it for weeks. But it’s me who’s disappointed. Disappointed I put so much faith and energy into wanting to be like you.”

Like a punch to the heart...real situations. She did this scene justice.

“You won’t bully or threaten me into the life you want me to live.” Drew went on. “I wish you could see how happy I am, how excited. I wish when you looked at Trent, you saw the man I did. A man who is passionate about business, who is loyal to his friends, and who feels more deeply in his little finger than you do in your entire body. You might be disgusted that I love him, but I’m proud. I’m proud to love someone who loves me enough to walk into this house and take the abuse you’ve so casually thrown at him. You want to make me choose? I choose him. I choose my life over the life you want me to have.”

My heart swelled, filling in that crack I’d suffered earlier. There was so much beauty in Drew’s heartbreak. Probably because he was determined to overcome.

But as Tennessee Williams once wrote: If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels, too.