Stay (Chapter 2)

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January 4th came and went, and yet there was still no sign of the 'god'. I started to loose hope of ever seeing him again.

6 days after he was supposed to show up he showed up in my room. He was just staring down at me. I didn't understand why he didn't say anything. This happened for a long while before he climbed into my bed.

He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me and running his hands through his hair. I didn't push him away, I just started crying. Sobbing. And he let me. He didn't care that I was crying, he didn't care that I was weak. He just held me.

I don't know why I kept pushing him away even after this night, but I did.

The next morning he had made me breakfast by the time I got up. He had packed my bags for work too. I didn't understand. He leaves for so long, and then treats me like that? It didn't make sense at the time.

I assumed he felt guilty, maybe pity for me and didn't thank him. After all I hated him. Right? I ate quickly without saying anything and left for my plane.

Once I got to the area, he was already there. He didn't come up to the roof top, but he again was watching me. With his eyes, god those eyes. Working was harder now, I couldn't help but see his dead body lying in my hands again.

And when I pulled the trigger it got so.. so much worse. I felt my breath hitch, no I couldn't breathe. I couldn't focus either, so many thoughts going through my head at once. I felt his arms come around me. He was saying something, but I couldn't focus on it. Without him there, would I still be here today?

He took me home, even if I wasn't completely there I know he did. He wrapped me in a blanket and sat with me until my mind cleared.

"You should quit your job." He told me. I only nodded. "I should go." He continued, but I grabbed his hands and looked at him.

"Stay." I didn't even realize how weak my voice was.

And he nodded, "I will."

It wasn't a confirmation, it was a promise. A promise that he'd be here, and for the first time in a while, I smiled.

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