You Are Mine

Chapter 9

“Is it this beautiful under your knees?”

The voice pulled my head from my knees as I rubbed away the smudgy tears, before clearing my throat, “How do you know where I was?” I didn’t turn. I couldn’t. I wasn't looking at my best...

"I don't know..." without looking at him I knew he shrugged after saying that.

"How did you come to France? Also, where and when did you learn French!? On top of it, now you know where I am?" This all can't be a coincidence.
I feel tired of the fact that soon this dream will end. I am afraid, I actually don't have anything  in my life that sounds promising or great. Nor I am good at handling relations that it could turn into a marriage proposal. The walking example is the guy, who just asked me such an abrupt question out of nowhere.

The sound of his steps grew louder and louder until it vanished all alone in the air, as he took a seat beside me. “You ask lots of questions Princess...I came here for fresh air."
Is he for real. His extraordinary voice made me turn my head as my eyes pierced his skin.

"Were you crying!?" His eyes kissed my tears delicately with those softness.

How beautifully he walked out on me, and now suddenly showed up back in my career, my family life, and almost everywhere. "Why are you so selfish?" I burst into tears. "I fucking told you I don't want any relationship back and hell you proposed me the same day! You heard them say shit around on the table and yet you were fucking stuffing your mouth with bloody food! And you didn't even told the groom's bitchy sister you are my fucking boyfriend!?" I'm becoming a mess. My brain is frying. I don't know who is obsessed here, me or him. I don't know what's happening with me and again I know pretty well I'll hurt myself bad.

"Lilia I-

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The sudden softness in his voice made me feel more like mentally ill, an emotionally fucking vulnerable person. So I screamed the hell Outta him that ruined hundreds of kisses around 🙃🫠

His sudden silence made me feel hella guilty. Oh shit. I shouldn't have yelled like that. "I-ugh..." I took a deep breath, "I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way. I'm glad you came searching for me and hell. But I think I need time." My words sounded like a mere whisper.

He simply nodded as an approval. And it made me feel even more guilty then it should have. I spoke the truth tho...
Why am I built like this!?

As quietness shadowed the air between. Mateo decided to act boldly suddenly by coming closer to me and placing his jacket over my shoulder, “It's quite cold.”

I nodded in reply.
It definitely was. The anger provided me with warmth from inside, but I my shoulders were shivering from cold. The way the French air was hitting us, was unusual for an autumn season.

While silence forest us around with.
And star gazing, that was feeling irritatingly nonsense to me at this point with the heavy heart and scratchy questions in my brain.  But without ruining the moment I locked my lips tight… I already regret the way I acted earlier.

“You know…” Mateo released a cold fearing shivering blow, that made me look at his eyes, better than the stars it was. “Our separation...” he was now suddenly speaking hidden truths that were laid deep-graved down in the graveyard of time, “It was kinda aimless.” He chuckled low as he shrugged taking a deep breath in. I studied him carefully, taking in whatever he was saying…what does he mean by that. “When I chose to switch paths in that, November evening, I never would’ve believed I’d make this far without you by my side, or sitting here with you now.” So that was the November evening he decided to part ways- glad he waited till January and didn’t ruin my birthday-month.
He looked at his long manly fingers, fixing the watch here and there, like he wanted to hide his eyes from mine, “And though I’ve made it through-alive, maybe even happy at times-there’s a part of me that always felt your absence.” DANM…. I am speechless. He finally brought his eyes up to me with hues of strong emotions that I never felt in my entire life, I don’t even know what to call that… he sighed again as he trembled with the burden of truth, with the burden of the cold truth he was now putting into life, the wounds as fresh as it was yesterday…He pressed his lips hard as it turned bloody pink, with eyes that twinkled like the star…So this time I removed the jacket which he had carefully put over me. I took it and carefully wrapped his jacket on his cold shoulders that was carrying the burden of a coffin that seemed like a decade to us.
He didn’t utter a word nor did I. I just sat near him, processing everything that just happened, maybe rewinding a few words he said, “I always felt your absence.”, “It was kinda aimless…” and I was loving it more than when he said, “I love you.” As it seemed dry to me. But this…HELL I’M DYINN.
My mood switched into seconds. With the speed of light.
Hell I love it when he speaks a part of his mind.