I couldn't feel anything I felt numb, guilty and ashamed. I couldn't even bring myself to call Natasha. Learning that Jerah would be paralyzed from the waist down messed with my sanity, it felt like a switch went off in my head and morphed reality into something else, I couldn't even bring myself to go to their wards and check on them.
I sighed looking at my phone to see Natasha calling and I knew I had to talk to her at some point so I mustered up the courage.
" Hey babe." My voice was low as I walked past Jerah 's bedroom
" Hi."
" What's on your mind?" I asked noticing that she sounded distant.
" Well this is weird but can you please come outside?"
"What do you-" I cut myself off as I ran down the stairs opening the door and walking to the gate to see her there inside my car.
" Hop in." She said and I gestured to my sweatpants and hoodie with bunny slippers, yeah I'm a big softie.
She laughed and I walked around to the passenger side, entering.
" Hello." I brought her hand to my lips kissing it gently and she smiled.
She turned on the stereo and drove while I placed my hand on her thigh rubbing slow circles while listening to her humming to the music, it cleared my mind for a moment and I was focused.
" We're here!" She announced indicating to our secret spot outside town, I opened my eyes and she got out taking a briefcase from the truck and grabbed my hand leading me to the forest.
"Lemme carry that for you." I offered and she said she was okay but after my insisting she allowed me to carry it.
We now stood at the edge of a mountain with a field of tulips and wild flowers below. I watched as she set up a blanket on the grass and took out what looked like canvases and paint then she grabbed my hand sitting opposite me.
" Okay look, I know you're not comfortable with talking and I don't want to put you in the spot like that, so we can paint instead so you can hopefully clear your mind." She said looking worried. " But if you don't want to that totally fine." I looked into her eyes and took her hands kissing them then her head and forehead.
" Thank you." I kissed her forehead again and she hummed as I sighed sitting cross legged.
" So how does this work" I chuckled and she smiled.
" Just paint whatever is on your mind, let your brain take control." She said and it almost sounded like writing, letting the pen write your thoughts and shit.
I nodded grabbing paint and brushes as she did the same I looked at her , really looked at her. I could feel my chest tight with emotions I couldn't say, or figure out.
" What?" She smiled at me.
" Nothing." I looked away as I started with a few strokes and I continued feeling my stress ease off me coming off in waves, the warm sunlight and light music created a calm atmosphere and I'm not sure how long I took but when I was done I sighed looking over at Natasha who had her phone out taking a picture of me.
"You stalker, how long have you been done for." I smiled as she blushed pointing her phone at me.
" A while."
" Whatchu doing" I said tickling her and she squirmed away laughing.
" You're not playing fair." She walked over to my side kneeling next to me, her hair was let down today and she wore a lavender dress showing off her angelic curves, her brown skin glowing bronze under the sun giving an enchanting aura to her like she was made of gold.
" You painted me?" She asked shocked looking at my canvas that displayed her smiling face. Her head was next to my shoulder and I spoke looking at the painting.
" You center me Natasha, bring peace to my world." I wanted to say more but I held back to find her looking at me with unshed tears in her eyes. " I think I'm falling for you." I added with a whisper kissing her softly and she pulled away resting her head on my shoulder her arms around my waist.
" Do you feel better now?" She rubbed circles around my back and I sighed.
" Yes." Mainly because she was here.
I closed my eyes enjoying the feel of her hands on me.
" I think I'm falling for you too." She whispered.
YOU ARE READING
My World In Hers
RomansaHave you ever fell for someone you weren't supposed to? Someone you never in a thousand years imagined yourself with? Well then meet Amara and Natasha from two different dance groups who happen to be rivals. The rivalry and hate is so thick it can b...