Broken Lives On

Broken lives on 10

He focused on his phone, completely engrossed in whatever had caught his attention. He seemed to not notice me as I approached him. Typing away on the screen, his eyes fixed on the glowing device. I hesitated for a moment before going towards him, hoping to get his attention.

"Who are you talking to?" I asked, breaking the silence. He was startled, quickly turning towards me and looking at me for a bit longer than usual. I blushed, realizing that I was only wearing his shirt, which barely covered me.

I couldn't help but wonder who he was so focused on, who had made him so distant. Wanting to understand, I asked again, hoping for a more honest answer. He looked back at my face.

"N-no one," he stammered, his voice shaky. He quickly turned off his phone and hid it in the bedside table drawer, as if trying to hide his distraction. Now focused his attention on me he playfully pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me.

As I sat on his lap, I giggled. The tension disappeared and a feeling of comfort settled in.

After sitting on his lap, everything seemed to slow down as our hearts beat together.

Everything around us became blurry, and it felt like it was just the two of us. When I looked into his brown eyes, I felt a warm and safe feeling. It made me forget about my worries.

Our lips got closer slowly, as if they were being drawn together. When they finally touched, it felt like the mixture of fire and ice between us.

It was a sweet and innocent kiss, but also a little bit exciting. Our mouths moved in perfect harmony.

I could feel the love in each kiss, as if it was a promise to always be together.

As time passed, everything else faded away, leaving just us. When we finally stopped kissing, we were breathless but our foreheads still touching.

I lay in his embrace on the bed, the moonlight gently shining through the open curtains, casting a soft glow in the room. I could hear a sweet melody carried by the night breeze through the window.

With overwhelming emotions, I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to express my deepest fears.

"Steph," I started, my voice slightly shaking, "can I ask you something?"

He turned towards me, his affectionate eyes urging me to continue. "Of course. You can ask me anything."

I traced patterns on the covers with my finger, searching for the right words. My heart raced, knowing that this moment could change everything between us. I looked into his eyes, trying to find the truth hidden behind his gaze.

In a soft whisper, I held his hand and said, "Will you always be there?"

There was a moment of hesitation in his expression, sending a chilling feeling down my spine. He smiled warmly, but with a hint of uncertainty that I couldn't understand.

"Of course, Bree," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness. "I am yours as you are mine."

His words sounded beautiful, but doubts remained in my heart. Something felt unanswered.

I continued, pouring my emotions into the moonlit room. "You mean everything to me," I confessed, my voice trembling slightly. "I can't imagine life without you. Just thinking of you gets me through the day."

He let out a soft sigh, avoiding eye contact as his gaze shifted to the floor. My heart, already burdened by unspoken fears, sank further.

The vulnerability I saw in his eyes contrasted with the unwavering love he always expressed. Was there something he wasn't telling me?