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For the next few days, things were different. As a matter of fact it was quite stressful. I felt as if I were hit by a MAC truck by the revelation Smith gave me. I wondered why me? Did this happen for a reason? With everything that went through my head, all I knew was when I was in his arms that I felt complete. Finally, I gave him a chance to explain himself as we sat and in the living room. It was raining very hard outside.

"So how did it all begin?" I asked.

He looked down at the floor and then he looked into my eyes as he started to speak.

"It happened a long time ago. I was quite angry." He explained.

I took his hand as he continued to talk to me.

"I can't put into words as to what happened to me ... I have to show you." He said somberly.

"Show me? How?"

"Take my hand." He told me.

I took his hand and we got up off the couch. We walked to the balcony where it still rained.

"What I am about to show you, you may not like." He explained.

He made me look into his eyes and the scene unraveled before me. What I saw was him a long time ago before we met. He was different and a lot more angry. It was like watching a movie as I saw every moment. I saw him and a man by the name of Mr. Anderson fighting in a subway. They were both flying in mid-air as they shot at each other. I also saw him explode from the inside out as Mr. Anderson entered his body in the lone hallway. I saw Jones and Brown run away after that. He quickly pulled away from me.

"I can't do this to you." He said to me as he was about to cry.

But I wouldn't let up, I wanted to know everything. I wanted every single event in his exsistance that led up to Kyle's death and eventually brought us together.

"Show me dammit!" I demanded.

"No!" He shouted.

"Why?" I shouted back.

"I can't!"

"You fucking coward!" I shouted at him.

"Fine! You asked for it!" He hissed.

And then he grabbed me and made me look into his eyes again. I saw him and Mr. Anderson on the playground. I saw him copy Jones into a clone of himself as he fought Mr. Anderson. I saw hundreds of him piling on top of this lone man and I saw them fly up in the air as he got away. I then saw him in the rain fighting this lone man once more as his clones stood in silence watching them fight in mid-air. I also saw the people he cloned, and elderly woman, a little girl who was about eight and even a man by the name of Bane. I also saw him standing over Mr. Anderson in a crater and I heard his words.

"Why Mr. Anderson? Why? Why, why do you do it? Why, why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something, for more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is, do you even know? Is it freedom or ttruth, perhaps peace - could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson, vageries of perception. Tempororay constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an exsistance that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the matrix itself. Although, only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson, you must know it by now! You can't win, it's pointless to keep fighting! Why, Mr. Anderson, why, why do you persist?"

And then Mr. Anderson spoke

"Because I choose to."

And then I saw Smith fly in mid-air as he shouted at him.

"This is my world! My world!"

The man was knocked to the ground and finally the battle was over. For a moment he was afraid and it seemed as if Mr. Anderson gave up. Before I knew it, I saw him plunge his hand into the man's chest.

"Is it over?" Smith asked.

And then I saw his clones disintigrate in the rain. He was the only one left alone and I could see his anger. I could also sense that he was alone and he could now feel pain. I then saw him slip deeper into despair as he isolated himself by drinking to numb the pain of failure. I felt my heart ache for him as I watched helplessly as he spun out of control. I saw the night he had too much to drink and insisted on driving, it was also the night he killed Kyle. I sensed his fear and regret over what he had done in his past. The scene then changed to the day of Kyle's funeral. I was striken with grief and it was the first time I had seen myself through his eyes. All this time he watched and eventually he grew to love me. And when I saw myself through his eyes, he did not see a virus, he didn't even see a sad and depressed girl who cut herself, he saw me the same way that Kyle saw me when he was alive. He saw me as beautiful when I did not. When I saw what he made me see, I finally understood. After it was all over, it was just us in the rain.

"Now you know." He told me.

He went back inside and I followed him.

"I can understand if you can't forgive me for what I have done."

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"I understand now. I know you didn't mean to do what you did."

Tears fell down my cheeks. And then I kissed him. He kissed me back as he held me in his arms. I broke our kiss and I looked into his eyes. I spoke once again.

"I love you ... and I forgive you Smith."

We kissed again, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom where he laid me down gently on our bed. His touch set me on fire as he kissed my neck.

"I love you Amanda." He whispered.

His hands wandered my body making me wet with desire. I wanted him so badly.

"Please ... Smith ... make love to me."

He pinned my wrists down on the pillows with his hands as he kissed me deeply and then his lips traveled to my neck and to my breasts making me squirm even more with desire. He took each nipple, suckling on it while bringing me to orgasm. I gasped. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing his chest. I kissed every inch of his bare skin making him shiver, he removed his shirt and then I undid his pants. I could feel how hard his cock was as is strained against his boxers, I took those off as well setting it free. We were now naked and holding each other as the rain continued to fall outside. He turned me over on my stomach and started to kiss my spine and made his way up to my neck with his soft lips. His hands traveled up my arms with my fingers intertwining with his as he entered me from behind. We moved slowly as we made love.

"I love you." He whispered once more in my ear.

"I love you too." I whispered back.

And then I turned on my back and I let him enter me once more. I wrapped my legs around his back taking him in deeper inside of me. I looked into his eyes as we continued to make love.

"I am yours." I told him softly.

And then he kissed me again. He lifted me off the bed and we were in a seated postion with him still inside of me. He grabbed my ass as we continued to move. I came as he held me close. I laid him down on the bed and started to ride him, slowly at first and then I started to go faster making him cry out. I came once again as I continued to move with him. We kissed as we moved together and then it happened. We both reached orgasm as we shook and collapsed in each other's arms.

"Thank you." He said.

"For what?" I asked.

"For giving yourself to me. For forgiving me. And most of all for loving me."

He stroked my head and held me close to him. I do know one thing, I am his and I forgive him. Why? Because I really do love this man and I wish to be bound to his side until the end of time.

THE END