Destiny's story

12

Michael POV

I hold Destiny tight and left her up. Her eyes are close but I see the tear streaks below her eyes. I frown, but I shake the expression. I begin to walk to her house.

I'm glad I was here, because I was at her door and then I heard her scream. Before I knew it I start running.

I was planning on giving her chocolates but something in me told me to stay. I sigh, she makes me feel this way and I don't know how to control it.

I'm so use to having control of things in my life. But her, I just can't. I start counting numbers, until I get to the house.

I bring my hand on the knob to open it but it doesn't. I frown my brows and I continue to twist it until it finally opens.

I should fix that, I duck my head and get inside, I close the door behind me. I look around, it's small but it's probably me. I walk around until I see the leaving room.

I place her on the couch, making sure I don't wake her. She slightly move on the couch but quickly stay still. I stand there, looking at her.

Her hair has a few pieces of grass, but her face. It's so beautiful, her full lips and the roundness of her cheeks gives her a doll like appearance.

I clear my throat and avert my eyes from her. I should go, I start walking to the door but I hear whimpering. I turn back, and see her hand over her head and her eyes are still close.

I come close towards her. "You okay?" I murmur. She shakes her head.

"You need anything?" She nods and clear her throat. "Something cold." You can still hear the raspiness in her voice.

I begin to walk until I see a kitchen. I walk towards the cabin and get a cup, I fill it with water and put ice. I look for a rag and see a one inside a package. I get it and wet it with water.

I walk back, and her eyes are open. My heart start is beating fast. I cough and get close to her. Her eyes went to mine, her eyes are beautiful.

I notice that I was staring at her too long and I avert my gaze. I hand her the water and her hand graces, mine when she takes it.

She struggles to sit up, I left my hand to rest it on her back to help her. She sits and start drinking, she finish it pretty fast.

She place it on the table and her eye rest on the rag I'm holding. I rub my neck. "It's for you."

She nods and reaches for it, I hand her it and she place it on her head. She rest her head on the head of the couch, and she let out a sigh. "Thank you." She says.

I just nod, she frown her lips a bit. We stay in silence, I decide to sit on one of the sofas. I check on her every few minutes, her eyes were hazy.

What's wrong with her. I decide to speak up but she starts to groan, and touch her head. I get up from my sit and come to her.

I take the rag of her head and check her temperature. It doesn't seem like she has a fever, maybe a headache. "Where's your medicine cabinet." I ask.

"In the bathroom room." She said weakly. I nod and start looking for it, I find the bathroom and get inside. I look through the cabinet and spot pain relief pills. I grab and went back to her.

I open the bottle and get two. I give it to her and she swallow it with no hesitation. I look at the empty spot next to her and I sit next to her. She jumps a little but relaxed.

She bit her lip. I look at the action, and my heart beats fast. Her lips look so soft, I move my gaze and mess with my hair.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?"

She sighs and look down at her lap. "I started hearing voices and it overwhelmed me." I turn my head to look at her, she can read people thoughts that means..

" You can hear mine." She nods slowly and I feel exposed. F*ck, I rub my face.

"What I can tell is that you're not used to it."

"You would be right." She replies.

"How long have you been reading mine?"

"Since I woke up." Damn, I let out a couple of coughs and she laughs. I frown my brows, of course she would find this funny.

A man she could hardly knows, pining over her. I become quiet and she move her gaze to look at me.

"Michael, I knew for a while that you have some type of feelings for me. The gifts, your actions, and now your thoughts...look I appreciate those things, but if you can't tell me it, I won't accept your lack of communication." She states with confidence, and I look away from her.

Of course, I don't blame her for wanting that. I thought about doing that, but for some reason I always back out. All I can show her is action but words, I can't do that.

I hiss at myself, why can't I do that? Communicate like a human f*cking being. I look at my hands and start counting.

I hear her wince, and I stop my counting to check on her. She has her hand on her head, and she look at me with a weak smile. Then I realize it's my thoughts. "I'm sorry." I said.

She frown but nod in understanding. I-...I need to stop. I let out a deep breath.

"Destiny...this is hard for me. Since you already read it, I do like you. I enjoy your company, you're beautiful, and everything about you is soothing to my soul. I can't help but want to be near you, but I'm... I can't talk about myself well. But I want to try with you." I keep my gaze on her and she does too.

She lick her lips. " I don't want to be in a relationship with a guy that can't communicate. I'm scared that I will put in all the work while you just expect me to do it. I don't want that type of relationship." She said while looking away from me, I won't hurt you.

She grimace a little. " I know you won't intentionally do it , but you might unintentionally do."

I gently grab her chin, and her gaze went back to mine. I exhale. "I can try to do that, but all I ask is patience. I know I'm asking a lot, but I want to be with you. Will you be with me Destiny?"

She close her eyes, and my mind went racing. She flinch and I try to relax myself. She opens her eyes and sigh.

"I'm falling back to my old habits but I do want to be with you too." I smile a little. I release my grip on her chin.

"Don't make me regret this, Michael." She said, punching me playfully.

"I promise that I will not." She smiles and grab my hand, and I take hers too.