~Chapter 1.~
He was perfect, for me, in every way.
It’s been 2 long years since we started talking, all over a stupid status on Facebook this guy walked into my life and changed me for the better. I’m a new person, a lot happier than what I was. I’m free in a way but still restricted.
Was this fate? Was he the one?
Everyone seems to think we’re both perfect for each other, but I’m honestly scared.
Scared of moving on, maybe even breaking what we have? Scared of getting lost in something that I can’t control? Maybe it’s a way of my body saying not to go there. But I want to know him, I want to be there for him.
And I will.
I turn to see him staring at me, he smiles and brushes the hair out of my face.
“Good morning.” I say with an abnormally large smile on my face.
“Good morning.” He moves closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist.
“How long?” I ask.
“3 Days.” Everything goes silent, I hate those numbers. They make me sick.
“Don’t go.” I say, resting my hand on his face.
“I have to.” He moves my hands down to his heart.
“This… This will always be yours.” He says.
I gulp, I’m scared of losing something that I only just got. He means so much and more to me, I don’t want him to leave.
“You just got back.” I cringe and stare into his eyes.
“I won’t be gone for long.” He says smiling.
“Oh, because 12 months isn’t a long time without your world right?” I get up and slide my pants on.
“Don’t be angry. I’m protecting you.” He sits up and grabs my hand.
I pull away.
“Stay and protect me.” I button up my jeans and grab my shoes from behind the door.
“If I could I would, I swear.” He says, sounding lost.
“Would you really? Would you?” It gets harder and harder for me to speak to him.
“Yes.” He raises his eyebrows.
“They gave you the option.” I walk towards the end of the bed.
“What?” he says shaking his head.
“I saw the papers. You didn’t have to go if you didn’t sign them. And you did.” I get shaky
He stands up and walks towards me.
“Don’t.” I step away.
“Don’t what… Love you? Hold you? I’ve got three days! And you’re pushing me away.” He says in a less pleasing voice
“I’m going for a shower.” I walk out the door and grab my towel that was lopped over the end of the bed.
God, he hasn’t even left yet and we’re already falling apart. I stand up against the wall with my hands resting on my head. He walks around the corner and grabs me tightly.
“12 months will go so fast, it’ll be like I never left. I promise.” He kisses my forehead and walks into the kitchen.
3 more days passed and it was time…
I had to let him go, let him do his job and let him do what he wants to do.
I shut the car boot, pulling out the last of his belongings.
