"Darling?" Karen called out as her hands moved up to cup my face, the blood dripping down onto her hands in little droplets; probably from my nose, although she didn't seem to mind. I can feel the sentence forming in my throat, and yet the words just get lost into the abyss I call hesitation. Her thumb gently rubbing my cheek, the butterflies swarming in my stomach, and those dark gray eyes just locked with my own. This blissful feeling, like ecstasy, keeps me distracted from the pain in my knuckles and in my nose. The prior knowledge of fighting jocks, or absolute sophomore idiots, wavers away as I bury my face into her hands.
"I love you," I finally mumble quietly, just taking in the feel of her hands against my face. I don't need to look up to know she's smiling, the feeling of her thumb making swirls around my cheek is enough of an indication for that. Eventually, I can hear her murmur the words back, shivers running down my spine at her soft, careless tone she uses to say it. Three words, three words that I can't seem to get used to completely, resulting in my face going beet red everytime she responds. Although, I know she finds it adorable.
A small silence runs over us, but it isn't deafening; quite the opposite. The silence is comfortable, giving the both of us a sense of home we've craved for years before meeting. After a few minutes of this silence, Karen clears her throat, moving her hands off my face to grab a cloth. As her cloth-covered hand gently dabs at my bloody nose, which thank the Lord isn't broken, I exhale shakily. I know the concern is laced in her actions, but all I can really focus on is how lovingly she tends to my injuries.
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'Till Death Do Us Part ~
Short StoryThis was a put together piece for my English project a few weeks back, I hope you enjoy! (Yes, this will be found on another account. But I assure you that this is my pieces, my partner can back me up. I was logged out of my other account and couldn...
