Home is You

Chapter 25

Liam

"Steffy, Baby," I say in a low voice from behind her. She is looking out over the terrace, at the ocean. Her hands placed on the iron rods. "Baby," I say softly this time. She looks so beautiful standing there, like an angel. My heart is thumping out of my chest in anticipation of just seeing her beautiful face in person. There is no one in the world that I have missed more than her.

"Liam?" she says.

My member pulsates are her voice, blood painfully filling it.

She turns around slowly, "Liam?" she says as her eyes lay upon me for the first time in what feels like forever. "Liam," she says again as if in disbelief. She stays frozen, as if she doesn't want to move.

"Baby, it's me, I'm here. I've come back to you."

She doesn't remove her eyes from me, as she begins to walk towards me. She slowly brings her hand up to my face and touches it quickly, before patting my scruff. "It's y—you?" she cries. "Oh my God. You are real, Oh my God," she cries as she continues to touch and rub my face. Tears are streaming down her face at this point. "Oh my God, Oh my God," she continues in awe wrapping her arms around me in a hug. "Liam, Liam, you are here. You've come home. Are you truly here? Are you real? Tell me, that it's not just a dream, and you are here," she begs, her arms tightly hugging me, her cheek on my shoulder.

In response, I pull her back and cup her face into my hands, and stare into her glass stained eyes. I lean in and place my lips on hers, slightly biting them, begging for her for entrance, which she happily obliges. I deeply kiss her, pushing her body against mine, while knotting my hands in her hair. I reluctantly pull back. "I'm here, Baby. I love you. I love you. I love you, and I am never leaving you again," I declare, before diving in passionately kissing Steffy again.

I wake from my beautiful dream, smiling like an idiot. My heart sinks though once I realize the dream was just that, a dream.

"Oh Steffy," I cry. "What I wouldn't give to be with you right now," I sigh, getting out of bed. I'm feel a little achier than usual. My hands hurt awful today. I rub my hands together, trying to ease the painful aches, before giving up and heading into the kitchen to get some ice for it.

These flares up have been becoming more frequent, and more painful than ever. I know I deserve the pain after leaving my family, but these flare ups are so debilitating that there are times I cannot even focus, on anything other than the pain. I take the ice pack out of the freezer, before painful opening my prescription bottle. "Ow," I cry as I open the bottle, squeezing my fingers open and close for a moment to relieve some of the pain. I quickly fill up a glass of water at the sink, before downing the medicine.

I sit down at the chair at the table to finish my glass of water, before remembering that I have the appointment with the therapist today. I'm tired of having to go to the doctors. I feel as if I spend a great deal of time in the doctor's offices since even before my diagnosis. Adding a new doctor makes me feel like I'm just getting worse. This is not something I want to do, but I am going to have to do. I have no faith or expectations of therapy working for me. It will do minimal to heal the pain that is in my heart. No amount of talking, rehashing or any type of medicine will cure this deep pain. However, with nothing else to lose, I might as well give the therapist a shot and see how it goes.

I go for a quick jog around the park across the street, hoping to get myself in a better mind space for today. I pace myself, as my hands are still tender. I push my depressive thoughts into the back of my mind to concentrate on my run, and the things that are going on in front of me. After several minutes, I start to feel some relief in my hands and I am able to start and take notice to the beautiful, sun-filled day.