Past our hang ups, I still love you

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>> OFF >>

I couldn't stop blaming myself for leaving Gun behind. I tried to kept myself strong for him. I just hoped that everything was just a bad dream.

I cradled him as I swayed back and forth, hoping to calm him, to calm me.

"P, I want to take a bath." His voice was hoarse.

I carried him to our bedroom and made him sit on the bed. I made sure the bedroom door was closed before I prepared his bath.

"Gun, the water is ready." I said the moment the tub reached an optimal depth. "Would you..."

"P, I want sometime alone." He cut me off.

I nodded as I assisted him inside the bathroom. "I'll be waiting by the door."

I did just that. I blinked away any frustration. I sat by the door and I waited for him. While waiting by the door, I heard frustrated cries from inside the bathroom. I rushed inside to find him in the tub still wearing his clothes.

I held him tight. I could hear him, "P, I'm sorry. Please don't leave me." He wept.

"I won't leave you." I held him tight. "I love you. I won't dare leave you. If anything, I'm sorry for having left you behind. I shouldn't have left you. I'm so sorry."

"You're not mad at me?" His voice shook.

"No! Of course not! It wasn't your fault. Are you disgusted or angry with me for having left you?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"I love you, Gun. I should've protected you better."

"P, it's not your fault. How were we supposed to know that he'd act that crazy?" He said comforting me.

"Gun, your hands are cold. Let me help you wash up."

He clung to his shirt with both hands. It was then that I realized that he was scarred by the incident. Perhaps, it might've even reopened old scars.

I didn't force him to pull his hands from his shirt. Instead, I held his hands to help warm them up. While holding my hand over his hands, I pulled his head closer before I planted a kiss on top of his head.

I turned on the warm water to keep the water warm for him. I heard him sniffle.

"Are you cold?" I asked worriedly.

Though he shook his head, his chattering teeth said otherwise. I felt stuck and uncertain how to help him.

>> GUN >>

There I was sitting soaked in the tub with all my clothes still on. I felt insecure and guilty for letting someone touch me like that. I'm sure Papi, no, P'Off must be disgusted with me. He might say otherwise but I bet that it isn't the case. To my surprise he tried to kept my freezing hands warm. He's been trying to get me out to of the tub.

When I didn't agree, he looked defeated.

"Let me erase the bad memories away." he begged.

He leaned and kissed my hands, which easily released my shirt. He kept on kissing my hands and wrists. What were once bound by cold hands are now warmed by kisses. When my hands no longer feel heavy and cold, He held the back of my head and plant a sweet but short kiss on my lips. He pulled back and looked at me with the same doting eyes. He leaned in once more to kiss my lips. The kiss was warm and sweet and this lingered in my lips. When he leaned in for the third time, he deepened the kiss.

He took a dip in the tub with all his clothes. He continued to kissing my neck and shoulders as he carefully removed my soaked and cold shirt off.  I watched as his kisses trailed to my chest. He lifted me up as he cautiously opened and removed my shorts. He left a kiss on my waist before putting me back in the warm water.