Wild Baleigh love 2️⃣☑️

40. I don't want to be a father...

Tleigh's pov

He wanted to forget all about me...

Okay that's... I don't know. It's not surprising anyway.

"Uhmmm." I pull away from him. "I'm going to sleep in the guestroom, get under the covers."

"Bossy." He grunts kicking his shoes off his feet.

"You can also..." I trail walking into his closet. Beneath the neatly arranged clothes hanged up, there are neatly folded tshirts and sweatpants. I pick up one of his grey sweatpants and a black tshirt.

When I turn around, he's looking at me a big smirk plastered on his face, "You're so beautiful." He states finally taking his eyes off me to look at the clothes on my hands.

How he still manages to confuse my hormones,...

"Uhh..." I wake up from my stupor, scolding myself internally for allowing his small words to get under my skin in a good Way. "You can change into these." I hand him the clothes.

He looks down at his dark blue jeans which hugs his body tightly. "I ca..can't, help me." He slurs.

I scoff loudly.

"Suit yourself." I roll my eyes turning around to leave his room.

"Please.. do...don't lee..aaave me." His voice comes out in a stutter making me stop in my tracks. "You like doing that a lot." He adds in a much straighter voice.

Silence stretches between us and the only voice that can be heard is my fast breathing and his breathing which isn't far from being classified as snoring.

The alcohol in his system is strong really.

I brush off his words from earlier, taking a deep breath and I start padding towards the door again.

"FINE!" He yells out loudly. "You're good at that right?? LEAVE!!"

Why is this so hard for me?

I feel my heart tightening at his words, tears well up in my eyes and I take every ounce of bravery I have in me to turn around and walk towards him.

I dry my eyes with the back of my hands and slowly I crawl towards him on the bed.

He's drunk and I know he won't remember any single thing in the morning.

"You think this is easy for me?" I start my lips quivering. "Do you think I was happy leaving you? You think I wanted that?"

He narrows his eyes cradling his head between his hands after sitting cross-legged.

"I had no choice and I couldn't want to hurt them. I chose this distance between us over hurting my family. I'm caged, I can't free myself Bally." Tears pool down my cheeks. I think I'm going to dehydrate from the amount of tears I've shed today.

"What is---" He hiccups loudly. "Ca... caging you?" He raises up a brow.

"Bally." I brush his question off trying to change the subject. "Do you really want to forget me?" I ask in a small voice avoiding his eyes as if he's thinking straight and he'll see right through my soul how I'm hurt.

"You think this is the first time I've wanted to forget you?" He snorts.

Touché.

I just look at him in astonishment. His voice is straight again.

"When I got that letter from you after getting back from the Phillippines, I wanted to forget you first before taking the your plea of not looking for you. But how could I do that when everywhere I went I saw you? Your white bear in my bed every other night? Your perfume everywhere, especially that which Hesnah got me on my birthday... Everything around me reminded me of you. More reason to why I spent most of my time in Juilliard. This house holds so many memories of us together. Especially this room." He looks around the room smiling almost painfully.