Añgel beside him | | Amourshipping

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He was shivering cold. Almost impersonating the paleness of a weathered  rose. Even the redness of those tender lips of his which I yearned to see curved up seemed dim and dull.

As I laid him down on his bed, I secured him under the cozy cotton blanket, which somehow matched with the paleness of his skin. It didn't seem to help him though. How can it be when his whole body was still wrapped inside his soaking wet clothes.

My hands stretched out to his chest to take off his wet black hoodie, but then I suddenly paused.

Won't he figure out? I thought.
Won't he realize that this is no more a dream or a mere hallucination if I do this now?

He is not that stupid. Infact, he is very sharp. Hence, it'll be like me digging my own grave. Perplexed, I stared blank at him, contemplating that should I continue or stop right now.

But soon, my thoughts were cut short when a series of irregular sound emitted by his teeth chatterings met my ears. By now, he was shivering profoundly. His body temperature was dropping down, too down. I have to do something before the situation gets even worse.

Thus I pushed my confusion away. I had to.

Without a second thought I reached out to him, my hands held the hem of his wet hoodie before lifting it up. My fingers faintly brushed against his bare skin, and I could feel how ice cold it was. I quickly averted my eyes away along with my face right when I got a small glimpse of his half naked body.

I knew my limits, and I didn't want to cross them. I couldn't offend him either, especially while he was lying completely unconscious infront of me. He wouldn't want that. Therefore, I continued the whole process in the same manner, gazing away all the while, from removing his drenched pants to dressings him back in his fresh and dry clothes which I found in his wardrobe.

Though now he was all dry and covered under his fluffy blanket, his body still continued to shake vigorously. The trembling of his chapped lips tends to increase with time, while his breath turned into more shallow ones.

"I told you don't. Silly"

I muttered under my breath as I glanced down at him. I knew what I have to do, and I hoped it might work. It should. After all, it always did.

A painful smile found its way on my lips as I placed myself beside him, under the same blanket. I brought him closer to me and wrapped my arms around his shivering body frame. His head found itself home on my chest. My palms rubbed the back of his body in circles. And I kept doing this, hoping for the best.

"Why didn't you listen? Why did you block me huh"

I softly uttered, watching his sleeping face.

"This time was is too much for you to handle, hmm? Were you that desperate to put an end to this pain?"

I spoke slowly, mostly to myself.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't completely cure your pain. But believe me, I can feel it. I always did, my dear."

I whispered to him.

"It's okay.. I'm here now. And I won't let go, even though I can't reveal myself to you."

I confessed.

"But remember, I will always be here... right next to you. Always."

I gently traced the side of his face with my finger tip.

"So please stop hurting yourself. Please go easy on yourself. 'Cause your soul deserves much better..."

It was then when I realised a short muffled movement from his side. His shallow breath slowly turning back into the deep and relaxed ones as he snuggled into the crook of my neck in search of more warmth, settling himself in there, where his lips brushed my skin slightly. I could feel it's chappnes drifting away the coldness claimed him before. His temperature was falling back into normal state.