I take a slow and deep breath. I was okay. She wasn't going to hurt me. She wasn't here. She can't hurt me. Conan is here and won't let her.
After almost an hour of tears, I finally calmed down, looking up at Conan. He just stares out of his window, his face filled with hurt and confusion. "I-I'm sorry-" I stutter, my breath still shaky. He immediately looks down at me, his face changing to a soft comforting smile. "No, no this is not your fault. You can't be apologizing for something that was completely out of your control" He runs his fingers through my hair, trying to comfort me.
"B-but I forgot she was tracking me-" I respond. He tilts my chin to look at him, his eyes full of love. "That isn't your fault. We all forget things, and you had no reason to think about that" He pulls me in tight to him. After a few minutes, he looks at the clock. "Gosh, is it already 1 am?" he says. I look at the clock, shocked by how quickly the time had passed. "We should go to bed love, you need some rest" he says, his eyes comforting.
He picks me up and cradles me, carrying me to his room. He sets me down on the bed, then goes to change into his pajamas. I was already in mine, having showered and changed before he got home. He pulls out a pair of green plaid pajama pants and lays them on his counter. He walks into the bathroom to change, so I pull out my phone and scroll through instagram.
After a few minutes, he comes back out, wearing his pants and no shirt. I could feel my cheeks getting hot as they turned bright red. He laughs, putting his dirty clothes away and sitting down on the bed. I turn my face away knowing it must be bright red. He tilts my face back towards his, then leans in and kisses me gently on the lips. This sends the butterflies in my stomach going crazy.
He lays down, putting his arms around me and pull me tight to him. My hand rest on his chest, my face next to his cheek. There I leave a kiss, feeling his arms move to my waist and lower back. Our legs intertwined, our bodies so close to one another...I just felt to safe. All my childhood I had never truly felt safe, like I was going to be okay. But here, in his arms, I knew that I was okay.
