Love, Cecelia

Chapter 5 - Dancing with our hands tied

"Are you thirsty? Do you need anything to drink, or do we have to start getting ready?" i ask Ronan, while we place things from his car, to my house.

We just came back from the orphanage, and i honestly am still in shocked.

I don't know what happened to him, why he ended up in that place, and i dont know if someone adopted him.

"We still have two to three hours." his words shake me from my thoughts, as i walk in the kitchen, getting two bottles of water, as i feel him following me.

"And what is the fundraiser for?" i ask, giving him the water.

He leans on my kitchen counter. "Kids with leukemia" he answers.

He's organizing a fundraiser for kids with leukemia.

"You know, i always found it a bit ironic." i take a sip from my water.

"People wearing fancy clothes and going to places like that, to drink too and all and raise money for kids or people who need them." i add.

Ronan scratches the back of his head.

"Most of people who are donating tonights are cancer survivors".

Oh no. That sounded so wrong.

Please, let the earth open and drown me again, thank you.

"Oh God, i didn't know" i feel the hit on my cheeks from embarrassment.

"And i meant in general, not only for this. I need to stop talking."

Make me stop talking.

He gives me a soft smile. "It's okay, i assume that too for other fundraisers and it's most of the time".

I feel myself relaxing a little, as he walks to me and pulls me for a hug, in his arms, my head on his chest.

"There's no need to be embarassed". he whispers.

"I'm so sorry, sometimes i talk before thinking" i wrap my arms around him, just like we did when we were in the dressing room.

"You're a really good man, Ronan and it means so much to me that you're including me in this."

His lips meet the top of my head and i close my eyes. "You know, you're the only person, other than my sister who knows these small things about me" he says.

He has a sister?

And why me?

I smile and i look up to him, "You have a sister?" i ask and he raises his brows, like he's the one susprised.

"I do" he says.

I smile. "What is like having a sister? I'm a lone child"

The thought of having a sister or a brother comes in my mind and has me wondering how would it be.

If i had a sister or a brother, would things be different now, would mom still be alive, and we would still be a family?

Maybe if i had a sister or a brother, it wouldn't lead me here today, in this city, meeting Olivia, and meeting Roman.

Maybe it wouldn't lead me in his arms right now.

Maybe things do happen for a reason.

"It was really fun, until she used to be around me for my friends" he lets out a laugh that makes me smile. "I'm just kidding, it's amazing having a sibling."

"Maybe your friends were around for your sister" i say looking at him, "I'm kidding" i lean my head back at his chest.

I sigh. "I wish i had a sibling, but we lost mom early."