You're My Safe Place

"Greatest Friend"

"You can't- you can't say things like that Timmy," She said getting up from his lap and looking down at her hands.

"Like what?" He asked, trying to decipher her actions.

"I just- I don't get it, I don't get you" She mumbled. He didn't know wether or not to be hurt by her words.

"I don't understand" He pressed on gently.

"You don't understand? I don't understand! Why are you even still here? Why are you so nice to me?" Brooklynn stood up and began pacing the room, "I just don't get it, are you just pretending and then waiting till I trust you so you can show me who you really are?"

Timothée stood and followed her, grabbing her arm so she was facing him again. He rested both hands on her shoulders.

"I wouldn't hurt you okay Brooklynn? I never would, I care about you" He said calmly.

"So what do you want?" She asked slowly letting each word drag out.

"I just want you to be happy, your my fr-"

"Your friend?"

"Brooklynn what do you want from me?" He asked his voice now growing in volume.

"I just want you to be honest with me, I don't want to waste my energy on people that don't care about me. Not anymore," She said looking into both his eyes so intensely he needed to look away. Unfortunately the next thing his eyes landed on were her lips.

"I just-"

"What do you want?" She whispered. His eyes scanned her face not being able to read her expression.

He looked down to her lips and noticed them part just a bit, he flickered back up to her eyes.

Brooklynn's eyes softened, his gaze having the power to paralyze her expressions leaving her frozen. Timothée looked as if he was moving closer ever so slightly.

But then just as soon as the moment came, it quickly went away.

"I just want you to be happy Brooklynn," He said with a sigh. He had only backed up a few inches, but it somehow felt like there now were oceans between them.

"You deserve to be happy, clearly you have a million things going on that I, as a guy who just waltzed into your life, can't even begin to understand" He started, Brooklynn still glued to her spot.

"But I do want to understand, and I want to be there for you, because you have been there for me more than you will ever know" He steps back pulling at his lip with his hand.

"And- And I know it sounds cliche and probably really stupid but you have been one of the greatest friends I've had in a long time," His words grew quieter and more sincere as he spoke.

"I don't want to be responsible for what ruins that," He looked up at her, as if to ask if she understood.

Her eyes still glazed over from the tears she released moments before, and fresh ones that had threatened to surface during Timothée's speech.

"Okay" She said, or whispered, her voice barely audible.

He stared at Brooklynn, her bottom lip protruding, eyes swollen.

He reached out to softly poke her lip with his thumb, letting out a chuckle in the process.

She couldn't help but smile, he always had a way of making her smile.

"C'mere" He said, gesturing her in with open arms.

She sighed, keeping her arms crossed and burying her head in his chest. Timothée wrapped his arms around her neck placing his chin on her head.