Healing Hearts

30 || warm touches

Emmalyn ⋆｡°✩

"Crying doesn't mean you're weak. When you were born, it meant you were alive."

I whispered softly, as i gently traced soothing circles on his cheek with my thumb, i watched him let his tears fall freely.

In that moment, i saw a vulnerable, little boy who was deeply missing his best friend.

My heart ached for him, and i couldn't help but feel the weight of his pain as he shared this haunting memory with me.

All i wanted to do was hold him close until the storm of emotions passed, until all those dark feelings faded away.

"Do you want to go home? Maybe spend the rest of the day in a calmer way?" i asked softly. He nodded quietly, wiping his face before offering me a small but sincere smile.

We slowly got up and rode back home on his bike.

I had already prepared some tropical smoothie bowls topped with blueberries and strawberries for us.

We sat down and ate while watching Outer Banks on Netflix. We had been binging the show for the past few days, and it made us miss summer, even though it was only December.

We ended up staying inside the entire day, but neither of us minded. We just continued watching the series and cuddling on the couch.

As the clock neared 7 PM, i finally stood up and headed towards the kitchen, deciding to bake some cookies for us.

I started gathering all the ingredients from the drawers, turned on Spotify, and played some Beabadoobee as i preheated the oven.

I began mixing the dough on the counter, but as i brushed back a stray piece of hair from my bun, i accidentally left a smudge of flour on my face.

"Mmm, what smells so good in here?" i heard Mateo murmur as he walked into the kitchen.

I felt a slight blush creeping up my cheeks as he came closer, resting his head in the crook of my neck and planting soft kisses along my skin.

Trying to keep my cool, i said, "I'm making cookies. Want to give it a try?" He glanced at the dough i was mixing, then looked at me and nodded.

I made him wash his hands, even though he kept insisting he had just done so, and then i gave him half of my dough. I patiently explained each step to him as we worked together.

As i started shaping my cookies, i noticed him still struggling to stir his dough.

A puzzled expression crossed his face as he tried to mix it as smoothly as mine. He seemed frustrated, but the sight of him trying so hard brought a small smile to my face.

I chuckled as Mateo playfully messed with the dough, pretending to know what he was doing while i continued shaping my cookies.

"Look, i swear i'm paying attention. Can you show me one more time?" he asked, sounding a bit frustrated with the dough.

I chuckled again and nodded, leaning closer to guide him through the process once more.

After showing him, i returned to focusing on my cookies, carefully shaping them into perfect circles before gently placing them in the oven.