Adorably Silly (ENDED)

I will love you until the end of my days

Can's POV

Woke up. Tin was on the floor, sitting uncomfortable, sleeping. But our hands had parted. I don't know how long it was, but I feel better. I went to the minibar and ate, now I was hungry.

I went back to Tin's side, I took out one of the covers and covered him. I don't feel bad or nervous or anything when I touch him. I ran his hair to better admire his face: shit, it's completely beautiful. I caressed his cheek and he stirred a bit. There I did feel something like fear and I left him still.

Today I had my return ticket. I took my cell phone. I had several messages from the coach ... I began to tremble and again I felt the invisible hands on my body again ... I opened and closed my eyes to make them dissapear. I threw myself on the bed and rolled into a ball. It's stupid, I know, he's not here, those hands don't exist ... But I can't help but want them to stop. I imagined him there, I can still hear: "let me help you" ... Stop! I don't want your help! Suddenly I felt fingers entwined with mine and I stopped. I was curled up on the bed, my hands were on my abdomen and Tin's hand entwined with mine. He was standing next to me looking worried.

— It's over, baby. —He told me with pain and without stopping holding my hand. On the contrary, he squeezed it.

I didn't think about it too much, I just jumped up and hugged him very tightly. He was surprised, of course, but put his arm around my shoulders.

— Can ...

— I want to change rooms. —I asked him— I don't want to see that bed anymore.

— Agree. Whatever you want baby.

He put his other hand in the middle of my back and I pulled away. It is as if an electric current runs through me when it touches something other than my hand.

— Sorry, I'm sorry. —He apologized immediately.

— I ... I don't know what's wrong with me —I tried to explain— I don't know how to fix myself.

Tin took my hands in his and made me look at him.

— You're not wrong, do you understand me? You did not do anything wrong. We're going to get through all of this between the two of us. —He squeezed my hands—. When you're ready, we owe each other a couple of talks.

I just nodded.

— Well. I'll go change the room. Do you want to stay here or are we going to another hotel?

— I want a room with a balcony.

— What else?

— I want us to cook there.

— Okay. Balcony, kitchen, two beds ...-

— No! —definitely that surprised him— A very big bed, I want you to be close to me and I don't want you to be uncomfortable.

— Sure?

— Yes.

— Anything else?

— Yes, when are we coming back?

— When you feel ready.

Tin's POV

After looking for my things and going to the police station, I returned to Can's hotel, paid for one more night and went to the room. My little boy was still asleep, I wanted him to see me, so I lay down next to him. I was very sleepy and despite the discomfort and the cold, I fell asleep. Everything went well until I was awakened by screaming ...

— Stop! Stop!

Can was curled up on the bed, his eyes were tightly closed and his hands ran over his body as if he wanted to get something out ... Someone, off him.