Trustworthy help

29. Wanted to ask.

'So how do you think it happens?'

'To be honest? I don't think anyone realizes they love someone until they do. I think that is what makes it so beautiful. There's no loud, screeching halt inside of your heart, no neon sign that suddenly lights up and lets you know that you have found your favorite thing. Nah, I don't think it works like that for anyone. I think it's quieter, calmer. One day you're just sitting across from someone, and you're watching them tell some story you've heard twenty times, and everything inside of you feels safe. Everything is serene, and peaceful, so that you could almost laugh to yourself, because in the midst of all of that chaos, you realize just how deeply you care about that person. In the midst of the crowd, or the background noise, or the chatter of other people, time slows down for a moment, and there it is.'

'There it is.'

He repeats my words as he looks at me while laying on his side. He looks stuck on my every word as he soft gaze lands on me. 'People will always think differently about it though.' I say as I roll onto my back, hearing the soft pattern of rain on the window. 'I think I prefer the way you described it.' He says. I smile softly at him.

It's quiet.

Not as in sound.

It's quiet in situations.

Corpse is feeling well. The funeral is passed, and we moved on.

Calm,
       Quiet.

Pebbles purrs as corpse scratches her. It's warm inside. I haven't felt this calm and relaxed in a long time. 'At some point we have to get up.' He says. 'Just a little longer.' I ask. He smiles and lets out a breath 'just a little.' He says. I stretch and curl up next to him. 'Amelia, I wanted to ask you something for a while now.' Corpse starts. I hum as I intertwine our hands. 'Remember that at-home-date?' He asks. I smile as I remember him in his fancy clothes and the room being illuminated by the warm candle light. 'Yeah.' I say. 'I never got to ask...' he says as he wraps his arm around my shoulders.

'Will you be my girlfriend?'

I look up at him, and prop by self up. He looks at me with a soft smile. I nod with a smile as my face heats up a little. 'Yes, I'd love to.' I say. He smiles, grabbing me by my waist and laying me on top of him. His hands rest on my lower back when he kisses me.
'I love you.'