r e m n a n t s [on an indefinite hiatus]

Chapter thirty-nine: lamp post

"My life felt like a frεakin' ghost town before you came,love. Like a f***in' dead street! No one wanted to pass by me. No one wanted to stay! They chose to run away because they were too scared to stay. But you. You're different love. You weren't afraid of me. You stood by me. You didn't run away. F*** I feel so gay. But I don't care, love! I don't care." his voice broke.

It broke my heart to see him like this. He was on the verge of crying. He never cried. Ever. So why would he cry? Why would he cry for me?

"Cause you're the only brightest lamp post in that dead street, love. In my dead street! So please, please don't leave. Not now." he started to cry.

"Not when that dead street finally felt like home. No. Not now. Not ever."

He kneeled in front of me. I began to panic.

"What are you doing? Stand up please." I say failing to hold my tears.

"No! Not until you promise that you won't leave me. Not until you promise me that you'll stay!" then he looked at me, eyes bloodshot from crying.

"I promise. I promise. I promise." then he stood up and hugged me.

"I won't leave. I won't leave because I.. I love you." I say to him.

He hugged me tighter.

"I love you too, love. More than you could ever imagine. More than I should." he then let me go smiling with tears in his eyes.

He brought me closer to him saying:

"My lamp post." and smiled before bringing his lips to mine.

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Too much hearts? Sorry if its a bit cheesy. Okay fine. Sorry if its cheesy. But I do hope you like it.

And thank you so much for reading :) Chocolates for everyone yay. AHAHAHAHA

P.S: I don't even know if lamp post makes sense but i hope you still like it.

P.P.S: Who is your lamp post?