𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨

Part 9 ~ Last Words

Charlotte's Point Of View ~

I place my hand on the door knob, I feel my heart coming out of my chest. I'm just about to see him, just about to look at him. After months and months of feeling the way I have been . . remembering his smile, craving his touch and now he is going to be standing before me. 

The door is open . . 

There he is. 

I'm staring right at him, completely wide-eyed. I wanna run into his arms and stay that way forever and always. I wanna say so much to him. But my mouth won't move. I'm trying but nothing is happening. 

Why can't I fucking talk? . . 

"Charlotte . . " He says softly. 

His black curls bouncing softly as the wind blows, bringing his smell right to me. It invades my nostrils . . my eyes close as his scent is just how I thought it would be. I feel like I'm about to fall. I feel like I just need to sit down. 

Michael is here. I can't believe it. 

"I'm here Charlotte . . " He says gently. 

He steps closer and closer to me. I'm just looking at him, my eyes welling up with tears . . one after another they fall down, gently running down my cheeks. I'm just so speechless. I still can't speak. I'm just too busy being completely caught up in my emotions. His arms around me, mine around him. Right now in this moment, I feel so calm. I feel as though everything is going to be okay . . that I'm going to be okay. I don't want to let go of him. I will never let him go. 

I'm afraid. I'm so fucking afraid that if I do . . 

Michael will leave again. 

He breaks the hug, his finger under my chin. His eyes looking straight into mine. It's those eyes of his, those eyes that I always can't help but to stare at . . but only in photos. 

"Why are you crying? . . " 

" . . please don't cry. I'm here . . " 

Michael whispers as he looks straight at me still. He wipes my tears away with his thumbs. 

"I was always here . . " He whispers. 

What does he mean by that? He was always here? I don't understand. He grabs my face, his lips now on mine and his hands on my waist. I can't think. I can only focus on his kiss, kissing him back. I move backwards into the house and Michael comes too. I hear the sound of the door close. Our lips never leaving each others. I feel a rush of panic, it rises up within me and out of me. It's a thought that terrifies me. But I need to ask. I need to, even though I'm so scared of what Michael might say. I just need to make sure he knows. I break the kiss. 

"Michael don't go, please stay . . " 

I say breathlessly. Begging him I feel, a sound of desperation in my voice. But I don't care. I don't want Michael to have to leave again. God no, no. Please not again. 

Heaven can wait. 

"I'm here, Charlotte . . " 

" But I have to leave again . . " 

His voice is so soft, saying it in almost a whisper. But I hear him. My hands gripped onto his shirt as my mind as now processed what he has just said. It's a mixture of not wanting him to leave and wanting to be even closer to him. Michael takes off his black leather jacket. I hear it fall onto the floor. My back against the wall now. His eyes on me. He lifts me up for my legs to wrap around his waist. I unbutton his white shirt, throwing it to the floor before I unbuckle his white pants. Michael steps out of them as they fall, pooling at his ankles. We both giggle. My hand brushes up his forehead gently, his curls raise up with my hand but return to sit softly upon his forehead. I don't talk. I just look at him. His eyes, his lips . . everything. 

I just can't believe that he's here. 

I look into his eyes once again. So gorgeous. I'm so overwhelmed right now. The feeling I have when I look at him. It's a feeling of being so safe. But also being so intoxicated, being so captivated and taken by another. Michael has this way of drawing me in every time I look at him.  

He is so enchanting. That is Michael. He has that power. 

My lips find Michael's once again, my legs still around his waist. We make it to my bedroom . . my back hits the soft mattress. Michael's on top of me, I'm underneath him. His arms are placed on either side of my body. He leans down so his face is right above mine. Come again, he kisses me passionately. I place my hands on his chest. The kiss is broken. I take my top off while Michael pulls down my shorts with one hand . . however, his eyes never leave mine as he does so. 

I'm now naked underneath him . . we both are. 

His skin touching my skin as he is only inches from my face. I brush my hand over his forehead once more, silently telling him to do it. He does. Sliding himself inside of me very gently. His lips hovering over mine. Ugh. Oh my god. He thrusts incredibly slowly, focusing on my entirely. His breath on my face, his skin on mine . . ugh. 

Oh my fucking god. I love this so much. 

I'm so happy. I am so fucking happy. 

His face falls into the crock of my neck. My hand on the back of his head, my fingers scrunched I with his curls. It's so beautiful. This is so beautiful. 

I feel as though I'm floating. 

I feel all of him, every single bit of him. My mouth open, my eyes closed. I can't speak. He is so gentle . . so caring. 

How much I adore this man. It's overwhelming. 

Suddenly Michael collapses on top of me. I'm sweating as our breathing is heavy. Our chests moving up and down quickly. Michael pulls out, laying down on the back. Right next to me. He is smiling at me. I lay down beside him . . my head on his chest. Our legs tangled up with my hand across his stomach. I lift my head to kiss his skin there before I rest it back on his chest. He reaches his arm up to move the curtain aside, exposing the night sky. It's another night with a blanket full of stars. But there is only one star that I'm wanting to see . . only one that I'm searching for. 

But I can't find it. 

Why? . . 

I want to put my hands on the glass of this window. In a desperate attempt to find this star. Why can't I see it tonight? It's always there . . but tonight it's not. I feel Michael run his fingers through my hair. Instantly putting me at ease. I'm still laying on his chest, still looking out the window at the sky. My eyes beginning to feel so heavy all of a sudden. I can hear Michael speaking to me. 

"It'll be there, Charlotte . . " 

" . . it'll be there tomorrow night . . " 

How does he know? 

"You'll see it. Because I told you . . 

" . . you are not alone, I am here with you . . " 

Those are Michael's last words to me as I'm about to fall asleep. His voice is a whisper. I feel myself move slightly towards him, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Wanting to mould into him before my eyes close and peace takes over me. 

to be continued.