That's just life

28.

I had him now. I wasn't alone anymore. I didn't have to be.

Alex and I stayed on the rooftop for a half hour more. It felt......different. Good. 

He walked me home.

"Goodbye." I place a small peck on his cheek.

He smiles and nods. "Goodnight." 

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For the first time in a long time, I slept peacefully that night. 

And my morning began with a smile. 

Alex called me around noon.

"Hey, I wanna see you."

"Why? What's up?"

"Is it so wrong to wanna see my girlfriend?"

I bit my lip. "Uh-ye-yeah sure. When?"

"Around 4 at the library?"

"Sure. see you, then."

"Bye...take care."

I smiled as he hung  up. 

* * *

I could read the title upside down. 'A Court of Thorns and Roses'. Since the past 15 minutes, Alex'd been reading to me, and I'd closed my eyes, listening.

He'd been resting against the wall, and I'd been lying down, my head in his lap. His one hand holding the book, the other in my hair, stroking it.   

I'd specifically asked him to read to me the part where Feyre completed the Second task and walked out of the Court, head held high, not crying because Rhysand told her to. 

When Alex got to the part where Rhys held Feyre while she cried, while she broke and kissed away her tears, my eyes welled up. Alex's voice cracked a bit and I felt a tear land on my forehead. My eyes widened. He'd cried.

"Aw...Alex, it's okay," I teased, but at the same time, I got up, cupped his face in my hands and wiped his moist eyes with my sleeves.

Suddenly he pulled me closer by my waist and wrapped his arms around me. 

I hugged him back.

"Wha-"

"Shhhh..." Chuckling a bit, he shushed me. 

I leaned in and dug my head into the crook of his neck. 

He smelled like....coffee, and apples.

I smiled, just because, forever marking that scent in my memories. 

Alex's P. O.  V.

I loved her, and I knew that she loved me too. The way her hands had cupped my face so softly, the way she'd wiped my eyes (yes let's just omit the fact that I cried) and how she'd leaned in completely when I hugged her. 

I'd decided that I didn't care if there was an end to us. I'd forever be grateful for every single second we had together. 

I didn't want to know if we'd make it. I didn't want it know the future. Or what it held for us. 

Because, if there was one thing I'd learnt, it was that life is dynamic. It keeps changing. And you never know what's the next colour you'll be seeing. And.....that was what made it so much more beautiful. The unknown, it might be sad, it might be terrible.....but it might also be happy. Joyful. Amazing.

And what's coming will come, and we'll have to face it when it does. 

We had dinner together. At my house. 

Mum gave us meaningful looks when I said I'd drop Sash off to her house. 

We talked a bit more and I dropped her off with a goodnight kiss.

She made me so happy. 

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Third person P. O. V.

It'd been a week since they got together. 

Everyday felt like a precious memory, a gift. 

They both knew that there was always a 'what if' tagged before their every hope for the times to come. It scared them. 

And yet, they held on. Just the subtle, slight sliver of  hope kept them going. 

Because hope is the only thing stronger than fear.

And if we do not hope, what are we?

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