All Because Of Him

eighty.

"And if I could, I'd get you the moon and give it to you."

A.N// Thank you daisyclouds89 for showing me this song. Don't forget to comment or send me songs that remind you of Mason & Isabelle so I can include it in the playlist! 

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The notion of time seemed to evaporate while we stayed here wrapped in each other's arms until I was able to feel his heartbeat slowly steady against me. My mind was swamped with new information, traveling at such a high speed it felt nearly impossible to grasp onto.

But one thing I knew despite all the chaos was that I would never let anyone hurt him ever again.

He may never be mine, but I'll try and protect him, keep him safe from the darkness just the same.

So I hold onto him, tightly, giving him every ounce of reassurance because I know that's what he needs. And when the tears have dried upon my skin, the coldness I felt earlier from his touch had turned warm again igniting every fiber in my body as it used to, I grabbed onto his hand and helped him up.

We both walk silently as I lead him towards his bedroom and guide him onto the bed. My subconscious reminds me that it may be best to leave him be, let him sleep and let the new day give us a fresh start in the morning, but I shove her into the back of my mind and crawl into bed beside him.

He stays quiet for a few minutes, eyes straight up towards the ceiling and looking off into his own world. I turn on my side, watching him lie beside me in silence until I grow impatient, reaching my hand out to rest along his cheek and turn his head toward me.

His body turns with my movements until we're face to face with each other. Those eyes of his that were burning holes into the ceiling now burning into my own.

"Say something." I whisper to him, my hands still placed on his cheek.

His eyebrows crease, watching my face as if he's trying to read what I'm thinking in front of him. The fragile feeling I felt with us outside on the balcony is back; the two of us sneaking in gentle touches of each other, whispering as though we aren't the only ones here.

He's still hurting from what happened moments ago, I can see it.

"What?"

"I don't know..." I begin, leaning in a bit closer to him until he slings one of his arms over my waist, humming to himself over how content my touch is making him. "Anything. Tell me what you're thinking."

I chew on my lip, feeling silly over my demands but I can't help but wonder what's going on in that head of his. I'm starting to realize how I lose all rationality when it comes to him, he clouds every single one of my thoughts and no matter how much he gives me I always find myself wanting more.

More of his touches, more kisses, more of him.

He rolls his lips into his mouth, eyes firmly on mine, "I'm thinking about something you said to me earlier."

I sigh, "Whatever it was just erase it from your memory completely. I was angry with you... Let's just forget it ever happened, okay?" His eyes move swiftly off mine and I lean in a bit more, close enough so his breath is fanning the tip of my nose, "Just... be here with me."

His mind still seems lost somewhere else, and as the two of us hold each other close I can almost visually see the words threatening to break free from his lips. It's almost as if he's contemplating talking to me about whatever's on his mind; debating if he should let his words fall free from his mouth, or enjoy this moment with me instead.