Alone ~R.S.L.~ #Wattys2016

06

Shifting on the bed, I tried to find a comfortable spot on the bed. Although Emily was by me, her back faced my face from a long distance, which i never liked.

I was still in need to be held.

The only reason that would come up to my mind was her being shy around me. Maybe the last time, a few days ago her body tangled around me because i wasn't in a good state.

Blaming myself is not a good choice, I never knew hugging someone felt so good until yesterday. It was oddly relaxing.

As much as i enjoyed the hug. I now realised how hard letting go off it is.

I still wanted to hold her, play with her blond straight hair, stare into her beautiful brown eyes, why is that i am hesitating?

Why do I feel nervous around her?

I've never interacted with a girl.

I never knew what a hug felt like, and I most definitely never felt how good it is to be calmed by someone.

I tried to wrap my arms around her waist, but all i did was pull my arm back.

This is gonna be a long night.

"Ross?" Her soft voice brought all my attention on to her. I thought she was asleep. "Yeah?"

"You awake? " she asked turning to face me.

"My eyes were never shut, Em. " I called out looking into her eyes.

"Are you okay? You seem a bit nervous." Her eyebrows formed a crease as she covered her shoulder with the little duvet.

"Well, I - I....need a hug." I stuttered, smiling shyly. A smile spread wide as she nodded be for scooting closer to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in its crook.

I immediately responded by wrapping mine around her skinny waist, as her legs tangled with mine slowly.

"That feels much better. " I mumbled softly, as her breath hit my neck. Her parted lips suddenly touched my neck, making me let out a soft yern, bringing her closer to me, as she took in all of my warmth

Her petit hands wrapped around my neck, as her head dug in it. "Em?" I asked making her hum against my neck.

"Can you tell me more about yourself? I feel like I should know you and - I feel like you need comfort, too."

She removed her head fro my neck to rest it on the little pillow we shared. "I was simply born as an orphan. I was a mistake, and I don't have anything to prove my identity. Not even a birth certificate," her voice was soft, as her fingers traced little shapes on the mattress.

"How do you remember being born a mistake? And, you're not. Without you I would've been dead by now, Emily. You were just an unexpected gift, " I said, rubbing her bare shoulder with my hands.

"Visions, Ross. I've always dreamed of my birth, I envision it."

How is that possible? Someone seeing their birth is exotic, yet very interesting. Although I still don't get how such a thing is possible.

"How do you do that? "

"I see them when I'm in a bad state. When I cry, when i over think about my state but I started seeing them when- ..." her voice cracked, as she untangled her legs from mine, to bring them up to hide her face. Sobs were coming out from her mouth as her body shook.

It was like an arrow shoot across my heart, like my heart was stepped on.

Watching someone who silenced your sobs, and made you smile, crying, is hard to cope with.

An angel was crying right in front of me.

I brought my arms to her body, making her shudder, as her innocent eyes shot a look of horror.

"Please don't hurt me, " she whispered scooting back.

I was shocked. She's way too frightened now, thinking of a way to calm her down seemed impossible. "Emily, I'd never hurt you."

I tried to pat her shoulder, but all she did was get more scared.

"Emily," I said as soft as my voice could get.

Her little fragile body was shaking with horror, and slowly moving further away from mine, making
me feel cold again.

"Please Em, it's me Ross. "

She looked at me, slowly searching my eyes until sorrow crossed over her face, and she started hyperventilating.

I frowned at her state, worry taking over me.

She stood up, her hand over her face, breathing unevenly. Her sobs broke my heart as she walked to the terrace, making me spring off the bed.

"Please don't go. I'm sorry," I pleaded as she brought her legs out crying.

"Let me go, please don't harm me. I'm innocent please," she sobbed, getting down as fast as possible.

"Don't go, I need you, Em. I'm lost without you." My voice cracked as I spoke. It was no use, she just flew away, sobbing her out.

If only I haven't asked her about her past, if I knew how to act when she broke down, and if I knew who broke her apart.

"You'll know soon, Ross.'

Her words burnt into me. The moment she let out this sentence my mind hasn't been settled.

I want to know more about her. I want to hold her more closely. I want to sing her to sleep, kiss her to sleep.

I've never felt how good it feels to like someone, but clearly it hurts letting go.

Just like how I suffered from the loss of her hug.

A/N

This chapter was emotional if I say so myself.

What do you think caused her to break down?

I know, but I ain't telling you until later on.

This chapter was short. Sorry?

But I'll make it up for y'all in the next one.

I ♥ you loads guysssss

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