The Cure.

Chapter 8

"Hey. Talk to me." He said. I don't want to talk to anybody. Not even him. Why would I talk to somebody who is keeping things from me? "No. You should just disappear to where you have been these last 2 days. What happened to being by my side?" I asked turning away from him. He walked around to the other side and kneeled in front of me. "I promise you that its nothing bad. I want to tell you but I don't know how you'll react to it." He said. Oh sure. That's always the best excuse. I don't know how you'll react to it. Blah and blah! I rolled my eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it." I say once more. "You never want to talk to me about anything lately.You don't want to me talk at all." He said. "I have a lot of things going on right now.And I have a lot on my mind." I say. "Yeah no kidding." He said. I rolled my eyes. "If your not into it, there's the door." I say a bit irritated. Its just how I was feeling. It had nothing to do with him precisely. Well yes but then no. "Please." I heard. Not this again. I shut my eyes tightly and faced the ceiling. "Laura." He said. "Don't." I say and just engulf myself into the silent room. Well almost silent room.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Gr...."I'm fine." I say. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Don't baby me. I'm already stuck with that being here." I say. "I'm just concerned." He stated as if it wasn't the most obvious thing ever. "Lynch." I say. "Lynch." He teased. I rolled my eyes and kept staring at the ceiling. For a moment it made me feel like I had nothing to worry about. There was nothing bad. I was safe. I was secure. Nothing could get to me. I felt a little weight on me. I looked beside me and he sat there trying to see what it was I was looking at.

"That wall is about as lame as this room. Where is the color? The comfort? Are they trying to scare you off?" He asked pointing at the ceiling. I cracked a smile. Might be a dumbass but you gotta love him.I sat up and joined him. He wrapped his arms around me. He was so warm. I will never get used to it. If you ever need a heater, he'll probably be better to use than an actual thermostat. I looked at him as he stared out the window. "I'm sorry." He whispered. I nodded and looked out the window too. It was raining cats and dogs out there. "Looks like I won't be leaving here anytime soon." He said. I cuddled closer to him and nodded listening to his heart.

The heart that sees the good and never the bad. The heart that cares for everyone but itself. The heart that can never be replaced even with a heart transplant. I wonder why I can't ever be like that. Its so hard considering the world we live in. No one ever tries to see what's on the inside but only see what's on the outside. Sure he's pretty decent and has his moments but who doesn't? Name me one person. I looked up at him as he cringed. I looked at him confused for a second but then I seen the look in his eyes. Worry. But the worry wasn't just for me.He was worried about something else. Beyond me. Beyond this room.

"What?" He asked. I shook my head trying to read into his thoughts. But it was almost impossible. I played with his hair and laughed as the tips tickled my fingers. He looked at me confused and his emotions were totally washed over. "Your hair is so soft. What do you use?" I asked running my hand through it. "Your shampoo. Smell it." He said. I chuckled and sniffed his hair as he leaned his head towards me. He wasn't kidding. "Why?" I laughed. "It smelled good so I brought some for myself. Sure it might be girlie but my girl isn't complaining about it." He smiled. I held my stomach as I started to have a laughing fit.

He just stared at me smiling. "What?" I asked. He cupped my face. "Let that smile be forever on your face." He said. "Why do you always hold my cheeks?" I ask him. "Because their nice and chubby. And their soft." He said making circles on them with his thumb. I averted my eyes to his fingers that looked a bit blue. Its either that or I'm seeing things. He leaned in and pecked my lips. I pulled away and took his hand and examined it. "What's this stuff on your hand?" I asked him. "Marker." He said. I knew it was a lie. "Marker?" I asked. He nodded and tried to get what ever it was off.
"Are you sure? You don't seem sure." I say pulling back. "Trust me. I'm sure." He said. Only then it made me question him even more and I was now in self defense mode. I was ready to kick him as far as my legs could kick him. "Relax." He whispered. Relax? Now? Really!? That's the farthest thing from my mind. I gritted my teeth and my shoulders became tense. Tell me the truth. He started to rub my shoulders. "Baby? Are you sure your fine?" He asked. I narrowed my eyes at his hands.

Where have you been these past few days? If its marker then it would've been faded by now. Unless he was coloring again which I doubt. "What were you doing with markers?" I asked. He shook his head as he smiled. "This." He said and pulled out a card. I'm ill not sick. Which is almost the same exact thing. "Everyone signed it for you." He said. Was that suppose to make me happy? It wasn't. It was pissing me off by the second.I restrained myself using the helper handle on the bed. "Everyone as in?" I asked.
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