------- He loved the girl that can't love him.....And now he can't love the girl that loves him --------
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"Don't worry.." I say, getting up off the chair and walking around him on my way out, my scarf running through his fingers lightly until it s...
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A knock on the door indicates that our food has arrived, and as if in solidarity to the sound of good news, my stomach growls, loudly, so much that Aaron's head that is resting just inches from my midriff cannot miss it if he is awake, hopefully not.
He has been quiet while I caressed his head for some time now, however, he chuckles in response to the sound my stomach makes and gets up off me to answer the door.
We sit down to share the light meal brought to us, which we devour almost in complete silence, but it's a comfortable silence, and after Aaron is done eating, he goes to take a bath, leaving me to finish my portion.
When I'm done too, I walk into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth before bed.
Looking around the bathroom with a toothbrush in my mouth, I see Aaron's frame through the obscured blue glass walls of the large shower cubicle. His head is bent low as he stands still under the running water of the fancy shower head.
I smile at the memory of the last shower we shared together when he playfully dragged me inside with him.
Then I turn around to finish brushing my teeth, then wash my face quickly, but when I look back in Aaron's direction, he is still in the same position as before, the warm water hitting his upper back and neck, dripping down to his face and the rest of his body.
He has been in the shower for a long time now, should I be worried?
I know he has had a very long stressful day dealing with people physically as well as on the phone, on top of just having to deal and process the fact that his beloved grannie is gone forever now.
He didn't seem overly emotional before, but what if he is now, what if he is crying right now under the disguise of the water?
Men cry too, right?
I know his grandmother was well advanced in age and suffered ill-health in her last few months, perhaps years even, but she was beloved....so the loss must still be painful.
After standing there idly and thoughtfully for a few seconds, I decide to go to him.
I reach the shower and slide the door open.
He looks up instantly, his face flushed a shade of red from the hot water he has been subjected to for some time now, but he doesn't look like he has been crying... I think.
"Are you ok?" I ask.
He smirks and stretches his hand towards me and starts to gently pull me towards him as soon as I put mine in his.
"Can I atleast take my clothes off first this time?" I ask and he smiles and drops my hand.
We both step back, me to unclothe and watch as he rubs his face while the water runs over it and then proceeds to throw his head back as his fingers push his hair out of the way.
