Don't Let Me Go (completed)

T H R E E

I arrived home crying, i don't even know why! I couldn't think straight. I couldn't decide, I couldn't think I couldn't feel anything. I was numb, and I hated it so much!

I threw my keys somewhere, stripping my clothes so I could change throwing them away from my face, I couldn't quite see what I could wear from all the tears that was clouding my vision, so I simply decided to sleep with my undergarments.

I throw myself in the bed crying my heart out until my breath was taken away and I was asleep.

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I woke up the next morning feeling like shit, I didn't feel like going to work so I just called in. I dragged my feet to my kitchen as I got out my ice cream saving as I went sat on my couch wrapping myself in my favorite black blanket, Turing on Netflix are my ice cream and cried my eyes out.

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3 knocks, an overly annoying 3 knocks that woke me up from my miserable sleep.

I wiped my lips from the fallen ice cream mixed with my salvia. Shouting an 'I'm coming!' As I made a little run to the door falling flat on my face moaning in pain, I stood up and opened the door, to be met with my favorite person in the whole world "not".

I groaned " what do you want!"

" I just want to know if that's a thong?"

"What a-" I was simply interrupted by him pointing at my half naked body as I gasped loudly running inside wrapping my rope around myself. I was blushing furiously as I dropped on my couch hiding my face. This couldn't just get any worser.

"Well sadly it wasn't" he chuckled as he sat beside me, I could feel the heat in my cheek I knew I was redder than ever.

"Shut up!" He giggles as I pouted as if On que, Thunder was heard from outside making me yelp and jumped on his lap.

"It's ok it's just the thunder" he stroked my back softly as I pouted with my red blotchy face.

"I hate the thunder" I rubbed my eyes, feeling them burn from all tv I've watched as I rested my head in his chest. I really hate myself sometimes.

"And I hate you" I sighed as I traced circles on his arms. He didn't budge through, he didn't mind it. I didn't want to say something and he obviously didn't so we stayed silent.

"Talk to me, tell me how you feel." I felt him wrapping his arms around me holding me tightly against him and For once felt safe, I felt at home.

" I don't know what I feel, I just don't know if I'm glad to see you back willingly giving yourself to me, waiting for me to come back to you? Or if I'm disappointed at myself for being so weak to give in to you that easily? That I'm this comfortable? That I'm glad that your here and the thunder stroked to I could feel you once again, I should've slapped you right across the face the second you putted that witty comment in the air, but I didn't, I couldn't bring myself to. It's weird really. I wish I could know what spell you've cursed on me so maybe I could undo it." He chuckled, his chest vibrating with the sound he made, I kept tracing his mesmerizing tattoos as his hand softly stroked my hair making me relax even more than I already was.

"I don't want to pressure you to anything, I don't want to make you feel like you have to do it but I simply know this, I love you with all of my heart, and  I can never be happy without you."

My heart danced with joy but my brain kept warning me about the consequences making every logical reason not to get back with him.

"How did you find me?"

"Took me a long enough but I did"

"And how was that?" I looked up at him, our eyes meeting, he was beautiful the absolute beautiful human that ever existed.

"Long story princess" he smiled knowing well enough that I'm not gonna pressure him more, that he isn't going to tell me how, I sighed.

"You're annoying you know that?" He chuckled once again. Making me roll my eyes and smile.

His face was serious for a moment as he stared at my soul, his eyes reading me like an open book, I couldn't stop him through. "Can I do something?" I unwillingly nodded. He smiled a bit as he lightly kissed my forehead, it was long enough to make me lose my breath and close my eyes and how good his lips felt, at how much I missed him, missed his little gestures that just made me swoon. God, I have so much love for this man, I fear than one day my heart would explode with the love I carry.

Soon enough his lips detached from my forehead making me sigh in content, he was staring down at me like the most beautiful thing he ever laid his eyes on. My cheeks blushed as I hid my face in his chest, a habit I developed when I was with him.

"Do you want me to leave?" I couldn't think, did I want him to? Did I want him to give me more time so I could count my pros and cons with him, for my brain to convince me to not get back to him. For me to continue crying over the one man that I truly ever loved?

"I.."