Lived, Died, alive ?

Lived, Died, Alive ? chapter 2.

It had been 3 days since i seen Shane. After his mum died, he just locked himself in his house. We talked on the phone every night though, it was a nice little chat. We really got to know each other. The kiss he placed on my lips 3 nights ago played on my mind alot. I craved to feel his soft lips pressed against mine. How could we kiss again though ? I haven't known him that long..Would it be wrong to kiss him again ? Was it wrong to kiss him in the first place?. My phone started ringing, it was 1pm so i thought it would be Shane, it was.

"Hey Shane" I smiled. Wait, did i just smile at my phone ? its not like he can see me!

"Hey, I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind coming round and helping me with my mums...funeral and sorting out her clothes ?"

I heard his silent sobs.

"Yea sure. what time ?"

I asked as i walked upstairs into the bathroom.

"2?  there is a lot of stuff."He spoke.

"OK, see you then." I heard him say goodbye just before i hung up and jumped into the shower.

I walked up to Shane's house and rang the bell. When he opened it, he looked..different. He looked tired and in a bad way. His eyes where red, He had bags under his eyes and he needed a shave.

"come in" he said

as he walked ahead of me. We walked into the living room, when he stopped, i threw my arms around him. He began crying into my shoulder and put his arms around me.

" I miss her. I miss her so much.I just want her back"

I tried to sooth him but it didn't do much good. We sat on the couch for a few hours, i just let him cry.

"How about you go take a lovely shower, and ill make you a cup of tea. Then we will sort out your mums thing okay ? I see you have boxes. Ill write on them what goes in what while you shower."

I looked into his Big chocolate brown eyes as i spoke. He looked at my lips, Which were parted. He took that opportunity to kiss me. His lips felt disowned, in need of love. I didn't pull away, in fact i kissed him back. We sat on the couch for a few minutes kissing. It felt wrong in the right way. I didn't feel like i was kissing a man i met 4 or 5 days ago.  His lips pulled away from mine. I searched his face for an answer as too why he pulled away and i found it. His mum. before he could start crying again i pushed him out of the door towards the stairs as i walked into the kitchen, to make the tea.

I was writing on the last box as Shane walked down the stairs, looking fresher and a little better. He'd shaved and his eyes wern't red anymore.

"feel better ? " I half smiled.

 His expreshion was blank.

"Yes. lets get this over and done with. Ill put them up in the loft later."

He knelt down to a bag full of his mothers knitted things. One was a heart shaped pillow with a little pocket on the heart. It had White wings on its back, each feather detailed. It was soft and  looked beautiful. Shane looked at me, looked at the heart shaped pillow and handed it over too me with nothing but love in his eyes.

"I couldn't-" I went to protest.

 "it will end up in my loft if you don't take it." He tried a smile but I knew it was fake.

I took it and gave him a little hug.

"Ill keep it safe. I promise." I said and put it to on side.

Time went by quite fast. We had just finished putting the last of the boxes into Shane's loft. I took a look at the clock, 7:24pm already!. Shane walked down the ladder.