in a moment like this I was placed in,we would like to say it's just your first thought but it was my first instinct.
Even when someone hurts you so bad and you keep telling yourself that you don't love them you can't block them out forever as the bitter truth of love still races between you two.
My eyes feel sore and worn out as the bright light flashes and burns onto me.
I whine quietly and discover my mouth is so darn dry it's like the desert.
My body shifts slowly and a horrible wave of pain hits me in one spot, my breathing becoming hitched and fast from that.
From the painful discomfort I pull my body up and get jerked back from the cold metal that I discover around my wrists, so tight it's cutting into my skin.
I yell and squirm my body until I feel warm and big hands cover mine and hold my body down, my eyes meeting with his beautiful dark ones that cover the light from my face.
As he looks tired and exhausted his long yawn tells me he hasn't gotten even a minute of sleep as his face and emotion is filled with stress and worry aswell.
"Michelle" he says lowly, my ears ringing and my body coming fully back as that dark and raspy voice travels through not my ears but my existence.
My eyes watch as he kneels down and holds one of my chilling hands with two, his head now resting on them, is he fucking praying?.
"Emilio" I whisper, my words choppy as my mouth is literally like sand.
His head pops up again and his cute smile appears, something I've missed more then anything.
"Yes love" he says all chirped up and jumpy, he's totally high of something.
"I'm really thirsty and I'm tied up" I state, shaking my hand so he can see that I'm locked up.
"I mean if this was your idea for sexy time I love this idea and don-" I ramble on, a pink straw plugged into my mouth.
Without a thought I suck. that's what she said. Stop Michelle.
Anyways the water fills and coats my mouth and Emilios little grin looks down on me.
As the cup is set down on the table again he sits down and rubs his head roughly, his other hand holding onto mine tight.
"What's wrong cutie pie" I whisper, his excited eyes reaching mine as he just got his new nickname.
We laugh a little together and he sighs loudly, relief and weights being lifted of and given to him.
"Michelle why the fuck would you do this" he scolds aggressively, his deep eyes looking into mine for an answer.
"Y-you we're gonna die and I couldn't live with myself knowing you'd die and I could have saved you" I respond surely, my brain spinning a bit after all those words.
"Emilio I've lost people and it feels like shit but I get over it, with you its so different and I don't think I could ever get over it" I confess, his eyes in denial.
He shakes his hand and rips away from me, "hey no fair I can't even chase you" I whine, pulling up but stopped again.
His takes his big and roughy fingers through his hair and grunts.
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Our love
RomanceLove isn't always meant to be in the eyes of others. Michelle has seen to many types of love. She admired the love of her two parents, she hated the painful love her father treated her with after a changing event. She most of all loved how much Emil...
