Maybe Happily Ever After✔️

62. And Here I go

(Quick note: I felt like this song perfectly captured the mood of this chapter so give it a listen before you start. If you know it, you know 😉.)

Saturday, May 8th
9:08 pm

I shut Will's bedroom door behind me and let out an exhausted huff.

Everything hurt. My leg, my feet, my head...

Packing last minute wasn't the brightest idea and I still wasn't even done yet.

Will's room was empty now. Everything was packed into boxes on the floor or in a suitcase.

His bed still had sheets and there were a few things still on his bedside table.

Taking a step towards his bed, I flipped down and stared at the ceiling.

Tomorrow I'd be leaving with the girls for the city. It was all ending so soon.

Another change, another chapter.

The sound of the door opening in closing held my attention and before I could sit up and look, Will's hands were already on each side of my head, pressed to the bed.

He caged me in, leaning over top of my so that our knees touched, and smiled.

"Hi," he whispered.

My heart was already picking up speed now.

My hand reached for his head and I ran my fingers along his low cut until I landed at the nape of his neck.

His small smile slowly tipped up higher and I watched his eyes fall on my lips and my eyes.

"I'm tired." I said in a small child like voice.

One hand lifted from my beside my head and he caressed my cheek with his knuckles. "You finish packing yet?"

I shook my head and sighed. "Nope."

I pulled hand down and poked at his cheek, hitting his dimple.

"Whatcha doing?" His eyebrows lifted curiously.

"Just making sure you're real and not a figment of my imagination."

A small puff of air released from his mouth as he laughed. "What?"

I searched his eyes and a feeling of heaviness hit my heart. "I don't want you to go anywhere." I admitted.

His smile dropped and he looked at me with slight concern. "Babe, I'm right here."

"I know, I just....", I swallowed slowly. "I just miss you and you haven't even left yet."

Both of his hands held onto my head now and I felt his fingers fit carefully in between my twists.

He lowered his head so that our foreheads and noses were touching.

I felt a chill rip through my spine and I shuddered on instinct.

His eyes closed and he took a small breath. I smelled chocolate and caramel.

It was probably one of those energy bars he was always eating.

The silence was loud between us as we stayed connected, letting our connectedness speak for us.

His eyes opened and he rubbed his nose softly against mine, our lips mere inches apart itching to touch.

"I'm gonna miss you so much," he finally said leaning in and pressing his warm lips against mine.

My insides instinctively warmed and my stomach erupted into a gooey mess.