Soul Ties

Chapter 40 [ All your Imperfects ]

1 John 3:20

If our hearts condemn us, we know that God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything.

Ziana
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We've been driving for almost an hour. Heavy rain bangs down on the car screen from the dark Cloudy sky. It doesn't help that he brought me down here at night so when the car stops i can only assume its in some sort of neighbourhood.

"Where are we roman?" I ask him in a whisper as we sit in silence, the sounds of rain drops hitting against the car soothing us along with the hum of the radio.

He says nothing, his eyes just staring intensely in front of him as he twists the key to turn off the car.

"You said you trusted me, that means you won't run when i show you more of who i really am...Right?" He questions in a low tone with one hand on the wheel,

"Of course. Whatever you want to show me I'm ready to see." My tone comes out gentle and encouraging but his face is still turned away from me, Worry filling it each second we wait.

"Im not going anywhere Miller. I promise you. You got a grip on this far, Its too late for me to back out." My hand falls on his own trying to comfort the constant tapping on the wheel,

To say im a little scared to see what he is so nervous to show me is an understatement. But for roman im willing to hear and take in it all. Thats the scary part.

His face finally darts in my direction, eyebrows furrowed so tight they almost meet in the middle. Who hurt you roman. Who made you become this way? I want to know it all.

"You know one day we are going to have to promise each other through thick and thin we will be there for each other, we may as well start practicing now." I say before he tilts his lips upwards and gives me a forced smile.

"Better now than never." He says turning from me and opening his door, getting abused by the rain in the process. He came over to my side and covered my body with his jacket as we sped over to what looked like a small house porch.

He whipped his keys out and struggled to find the right one to fit, the fact that the Brown porch light keeps flickering on and off doesn't exactly help the case either.

"Come on damnit." He mutters under his breath when another key he fit into the hole doesn't work. I shiver at his side clutching heavily onto his jacket.

I take the opportunity to look around the area. What looks like a neighbourhood surrounds me on every end. Small bungalows line up on the other side of the Street, two story houses on the our side.

This comfy house has a Cocoa brown wooden door with the number 21 in gold metal letters on the front of it. Its tree pattern showing through its glazed coat.

The sides of the cream coloured house look completely polished and perfected. My eyes drop down to the matching patio floor as Roman tries to find the right key yet again,

All types of beautiful Flowers with notes attached to them parade the space. A picture of an older looking white man With Brown short hair, dark green eyes and a wide Smile rests in a gold frame on the floor.

"Roman?" My head turns with a jump at the voice that calls out for him, An elder Blonde Lady with a Pink umbrella and a small pot of Dandelions in her shaky free hand approaches us squinting her eyes through her glasses.