The Promise

34) Aurora

Warning: panic/ anxiety attack

Sorry for being late, doves!

I'm in the middle of a long hallway that leads to the balcony when I hear footsteps after me.

"Aurora" he calls my real name, I freeze in my place as he picks up with me spinning around to be in front of me.

"Stay away from me," I tell him getting out of his way, but he grasps my shoulders. I try to free myself from his grip, already feeling the tears prickle at the back of my eyes and my breath quickening. I don't know what's wrong with me.

"Dove, please. Dove." He pleads trying to get me to look into his eyes, but I fight to pull away letting out a frustrated sound from the back of my throat.

"Let me go" I strangle. "Never," he says.

"Let me go, please. I can't breathe "I whisper. He starts to wrap his arms around me, whispering in my hair again, "Never, dove".

"Omer, let me be!" I raise my voice shaking.

"Mughrabi?" Dareen interrupts and I use his distraction to free myself from his grip, rushing for the exit; not looking back.

I enter a huge balcony that overlooks the city and close the doors behind me leaning my back against the wall, trying to catch my breath. Tears already falling from my eyes.

I reach into my hair, frustrated trying to pull on the pins, but some don't budge. I let out a groan as tears fall non-stop; pulling on my hair when I hear the door to the balcony open. My vision is blurry, but I know it's him.

"Hey, hey, stop you'll tear your hair" her clasps my hands and I let out a sob.

"Shh, it's okay, dove. I'm here" he says as he starts to take off each pin, freeing my hair from its up do.

"I can't breathe" I whisper clawing my chest. "Dove, you'll hurt yourself. Lean onto me" he says softly, pulling me into him placing my head on his shoulder as he takes off the rest of the pins from my hair.

He finishes with my hair and starts soothing my back and hair, "it's okay. It'll be fine, dove"

I can't relax in his arms. He will hurt me. He will use me. He's touching me, no one can touch me.

I pull away rapidly, "Don't you dare touch me!"

"Dove, please, calm down. Hate me, yell at me; do anything you want to me, but later. Please let me help you" he pleads, face of another person; it's not the cold features I am used to, he looks so young right now, so depressed, so desperate.

"Get away for me, I don't want to get fucking hurt, Omer!"

"I won't hurt you, ever"

I sob, "You will! You're a man, men walk and misery and heartbreak follow, you will not break me because every single man in my life did! I am already fucking broken-

In a second, I was yelling, the next his lips were on mine silencing me into the softest yet firm kiss.

I freeze with my hands in the air, we stand like that with our lips touching and his hands are on either side of my face one of my hands curls against his shirt; fisting it.

Then, I let go pushing him away and our lips part with a smooching sound. I look at him; stunned and breathing heavily and touch my lips with the other hand still frozen in the air.

He's looking at me with intensity in his eyes, chest heaving. My hanging hand in the air reaches for him, but I pull it away.

He takes it as his que when I reach out again and closes the distance between us again, kissing me hungrily.