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'I Promise'

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This chapters going to be a little dramatic, prepare yourselves ;)
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Ari's POV
He was on the couch, with his face buried in his hands, resting on his knees. He was sweating. I looked to my right and noticed a makeshift punching bag thrown against the wall.

I look back at Eli, worry taking over my emotions and it broke my heart to see him look so...weak. So vulnerable.
All I wanted was to see that heart racing smile take over his face. I wanted to see the crinkles at the corners of his eyes and the slightly crooked canine which didn't show unless you looked really close.
I was usually quite a softy when it came to seeing people cry.
But seeing Eli cry like this felt more painful than ever.
"Eli?" my voice sounded so pained it sounded foreign.
He doesn't respond and only when I take a step closer do I notice the earphones in his ears.
I spot tears trailing down his jaw and settling on his chin, ready to drop, his red nose peeping between his two hands.
I reach down to his face and wipe off the teardrop that was threatening to fall.
Somehow saving that tear from falling felt like a way of saving Eli from whatever was making him cry.
The minute he feels my fingers brush his skin he jumps back surprised, and then when he sees me his eyes soften but he still remains rigid.
I sit next to him on the couch and he sighs, pulling out his earphones and shoving his phone into his pocket.

We sit together in silence until I ask, "You wanna talk about it?"

He lets out a strained breath but doesn't answer me.
I wait patiently and after what seemed like forever he wordlessly got off the couch and makes his way to the kitchen, sliding onto the bar stool after grabbing himself a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

Huh. That was...mean? Odd? Disappointing?

I'm not letting this go easily.
I follow him and lean against the counter, right beside him.
"Why were you crying Eli? Is something wrong?"
He drops his head into his palms and says, "Nothing at all Ari. I was just watching a movie that had a pretty sad ending. "

"It hurts me to know that you would rather lie to me than tell me what's so obviously troubling you"
I was quite disappointed that he didnt trust me enough to talk about his feelings with me.
Guilt is etched across his face now, "I'm sorry Ari. I didn't mean to lie to you"

I place my hand over his and as gently as possible I tell him, "So tell me the truth then. Whatever it is, I'm sure I can handle it. What are you so afraid of?"

His Adams-apple bobs as he shakily swallows before saying, "It's not about you being able to handle it. It's whether I can. "

The sorrow and despair in his voice kills me and all I desperately want is to make him happy again.

Since he's looking down at our hands and not at me, I bend closer to see him better and whisper, "Let me help you. I can't bear seeing you this upset. Please, let me help you"
He looks at me, like he's wondering if he heard me right or if he was just imagining it, and I nearly gasp at how close our faces end up.

He looks straight into my eyes with this unreadable expression, then down at our hands and then I notice the corners of his mouth curl upwards.

Craving for more of that smile, I trace circles with my thumb on the top of his hand which makes him shiver.
His eyes don't leave our hands and I notice his jaw momentarily clench.