Be With You

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I woke up feeling the heaviness in my head and eyes were a bit sore. Maybe because I cried too much last night until I fell asleep. Though, I tried really hard for Quen not to hear it but I know somehow he kind of felt it. Unlike what's my position when I fell asleep, I am laying on the bed now with a warm comforter covering my body.

It was too early in the morning and the temperature around the bedroom was too cold, knowing that the AC was in high temp and Quen wasn't around made my heart feel lonely.

I miss him.

I miss my boyfriend so much.

Up from his bed and walked outside the bedroom to check and found him at the balcony, leaning his back on the sun lounger chair while his eyes were closed.

Did he sleep there?

He doesn't want me to be around? Maybe he put me to his bed and left me there.

Quiet footsteps on my way outside the balcony and sat at the edge of where he was sleeping, my palm touching his leg making him flinch a bit but his eyes remained closed.

"What do you want to eat? I'll cook you breakfast."

He didn't respond and quickly felt the hurt inside my heart.

I badly wanted to cry again but refrain myself from doing it because it will upset Quen more.

"Babe..."

"Go home. I can take care of myself. Kagabi ko pa sayo sinabi na umuwi ka na."

Even though he remained his eyes closed I shook my head in disagreement. I'll stay here with him even though he will drag me outside.

I'll never leave him.

Quickly wiping a tear fell from my face before I reached his hand and held it.

"Rest here. I'll cook you breakfast. I love you."

His thin line lips twitch a bit but he didn't bother to open his eyes to give me a quick glance. I whisper again and manage a smile to calm myself. "I love you, Quen."

Even though cooking was not my forte obviously because between the two of us he's the one who only cooks for me, but this time I tried my best to make a simple breakfast for him. It was a bit burnt but it was decent enough to eat.

"Quen..."

"You can eat first and go home..."

"You need to eat and take your meds..." I continue and ignore his words.

"I can take care of myself."

"I can take care of you..."

He heaved a very deep sigh and stood up after a minute. My hands were clutching my dress when he walked passed me, biting my lips too hard because I was too tense.

Quen sat down on the chair in front of mine and stared at the food on the table for a minute. He didn't react or comment but just ate in silence. I manage a small smile and eat with him.

We're both so quiet eating that all I can hear is the sound of our utensils. It was awkward for me because this is the first time that we're like this.