Prisoners in love

CHAPTER 24

I woke up to birds chirping. I was on the bed with Saif, he was no longer in the chair so now I found him on the bed next to me. He had his hand in mine, I stood looking at our hands for a while, and then I looked closely at him. Yes, i fell in love with him, because now I was sure that I had feelings for him. I was looking into his eyes with long lashes when the thought that he had kidnapped me came to my mind, and everything became weird again. This boy at this moment was so close to me, the same person from here I couldn't stand the presence, i felt a strange feeling inside me. I got out of bed gently and went to the balcony of our room. It was early in the morning, I had a strange anxiety and a strange annoyance inside me after thinking about that night.

I want to step forward but this thought won't let me do anything, every time I think positive, I take one more step towards Saif it immediately occurred to me, that maybe he doesn't deserve this. It was cold in the morning, and while I was in my nagging thoughts, Saif came with a warm scarf and covered me. We were silent seeing the sunrise, hearing the birds and breathing fresh air when I broke the silence by saying I had to go make breakfast. I did a quick change of clothes and went to the kitchen where Amma bi was already awake, preparing breakfast. I helped her, but I was very thoughtful. There were moments where Saif's presence made me feel protected, and others were where his presence annoyed me, I really didn't understand why of all this. I was so thoughtful that while I was cutting the fruit for his fruit salad, I cut my finger. Amma bi immediately tried to bring me to my senses, and when I noticed the cut, I also started to feel pain, and meanwhile, Saif had come down to have breakfast.

"Come here, why are you so lost this morning?", Saif, it hurts a lot, don't ask me questions, "now I have to put disinfectant on this, to clean the wound well and then we'll cover it well", no, I don't want disinfectant that thing hurts so bad. He didn't really listen to me, and he did his job. While he was doing it, I literally took his hand, strong enough to leave a mark of my nails. We went to breakfast and I thought the moment he was bandaging my finger, it was strange what I felt when he was sitting next to me, I can't describe it well but I didn't feel very happy. He called me and I started listening to him again."You are very lost today, you don't talk to me at all", you are saying as if every day I talk to you for hours and hours, "Well but at least you argue with me", it's morning I don't feel like arguing so you better go to work.

He was leaving for work and so I accompanied him to the door, I was about to close when he came again and I asked if he had forgotten something and kissing me on the cheek he said "This! Have a good da,  my lov. ". I came into the room to make the be,  and before doing it, I started thinking again. I have to stop thinking like thi. Itt's just the bad thoughts that are questioning me. It's clear that Saif loves me and it's clear that I have feelings for him, yes I accept him, after all he did to me even though thinking about that night bothers me but I'll try to get over that. Encouraging myself, I got out of bed and tidied up the whole room. Being only three people in the house, everything doesn't get very dirty and is always quiet and calm. I was sitting in the living room reading the book and after a while I got bored.

I honestly missed Dani. We had to move in such a hurry that I couldn't say goodbye. She was the only friend I had,  and then she kept me company through my difficult time for so many months. No,  as far as I know,  she was back at her house, I hope that little girl is happy, and I hope she is always in good hands. I picked up the phone to see something when I got the call from Saif I immediately answered and he told me that today he would pick me up and we will go to lunch together just the two of us.