Be my forever (The bad boy in love)

07. The game?

Even if what you choose may

be wrong..Even if you feel 

like running away when you 

feel tired, for you to escape

more cooler and more elegantly,

I will stand behind you with 

sneakers with wings.

-Oh Ri On (Kill me, Heal me)

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Stacey's Perspective:

I am suddenly crushed in a warm and gentle hug. A gasp escapes from my mouth. Surprisingly amazing. I can feel the strength in his arms as he wraps them around me even tighter. My face hidden in his chest, I couldn't exactly see his face. I want to see him. I want to see what expression is he holding right now.

I want to see if there's some kind of emotions dripping down his face and hence, I try to pull away but he did not let me. Instead, his hands rubs my back ever so gently.

It is comfortable. It is peaceful. It is heart-warming. My eyes closed tightly. All the pain and numbness that I was feeling minutes ago was now fading away and it was the effect he had on me. 

The effect Blake Stephen Grey had on me was madly intriguing yet unsettling and comfortable at the same time. 

The tears that I has stored inside myself for too long fell off once again. One after another. In a complete frenzy, totally uncontrollable. I cried and cried for God know's how much time. He kept rubbing small circles and several other patterns on my back.

"Why Angel face?" His voice was breaking, alerting me he's about to break up as well.

Angel face. 

His words brought back all those memories once again. A heart warming feeling arises inside my heart, filling up my tears. 

The feeling of him coming was totally natural. A small smile played on my lips as a tear rolled off my cheek once again. He sat down beside me. I closed my eyes tightly. I felt his warm, big hand on my shoulder. 

"You know I've started liking these Tulips too.." He says softly, his voice gentle as always. I nodded, eyes still closed. 

"Hello Miss Eva. We came again, to meet you. I know you're very happy to see Stacey here, and I know you love these Tulips as much as Stacey and I do." He paused for a brief second and his hold on my shoulder tightened, giving me more comfort. I sank in his touch. 

"And I know you would agree with me if I say Stacey is even prettier than these Tulips.. I know you will agree with me if I say...she is an Angel face.." 

My heart was now frantically beating at an unusual rate. 

A small smile plays on my lips at the old memory which I decided to throw away. Which I denied to embrace anymore. 

"Tell me why Angel Face, why?" He begs, asking me once again. I was afraid. I was afraid because I didn't had the answer to his question...or perhaps, I was not going to accept the truth and give him the answer. 

Hence, I put on that mask of unawareness once again.

I pull apart  and luckily, he didn't tighten his hold on me anymore and broke the beautiful hug. "Tell you what?" I ask with numbness laced in my eyes.  I was out once again. I won't break these walls again.