Shy Eyes

20

The nurse left the room and someone took the handle of the door and turned it.

Paisley was slowly sitting up, the blanket falling around her waist. She looked up.

She wasn't expecting it at all. Her breath caught in her throat. Her heart stopped. Her hand clamping to her mouth as tears gathered in her eyes.

He stood tall as she'd remembered, despite the tired hunch in his back, across the room, dressed in his plain gray sweatshirt, worn jeans, and converse. His black hair was still soft looking, naturally messy, resting on his forehead. His green eyes were alive and wild, glassy and vibrant, which overpowered the bags under his eyes, and the pale of his skin.

"Jonny-" It was an inhuman-choked-out whisper that sounded utterly terrible. They stared at each other, both in absolute disbelief. For a short moment, Paisley had thought she'd only been seeing things. She had just woken up. But it was real. He was real, in flesh, standing on the other side of the room...

He stared at her the same way, his eyes clouding over with too many emotions to define the way he felt. And maybe with some new emotions as well.

Then after an incredibly long moment, Paisley was ripping the hospital sheets off of her like her life depended on it, her entire back side showing without a care, and was tripping over her feet trying to get to him despite the fact that she was too weak to stand alone. But she didn't let herself fall. Nothing would get in her way.

They both collided with each other like a giant wave hitting a shore. His arms immediately lifted her, wrapping deathly tight around her lower waist, her arms thrown around his shoulders, her head and face tucked into his neck, and his tucked into hers. She didn't know how her tears came that quickly. He held her up knowing that she couldn't stand by herself. Yet it had knocked him off balance and he backed into the wall. He was still weak too. Her tears were in his hair, and his tears were dripping down the collar of her shirt, but she didn't care. His arms were so warm. She just wanted to stay like that forver. She wanted to bathe in the fact that this was real. That it was actually happening. This time she wasn't dreaming. Nor was he.

"Jonny.." She cried, her words muffled by his sweatshirt. She said his name over and over again because it was the only word that mattered. His skin touching her back sent shivers down her spine that she loved. She deeply breathed in his scent, missing it desperately, needing it. Her toes weren't even on the ground he held her so tightly. Without a care Jonny began kissing her anywhere he could. His kisses coated her hair, her ears, her neck, her shoulder, collar bone, her jaw. And then his hands were gripping the sides of hear face, pulling her face from his shoulder so he could look at her. Because she was real and he had to keep reminding himself.

His eyes were like a green fire. As if there were green flames in his eyes.

Her eyes were like shining emeralds. Striking. Inviting.

"Pais-" He spoke, in a desperate whisper that brushed her wet cheeks. His own tears rolled strangely down his cheeks. He didn't care that he was crying in front of her, sounding inhuman with his sobs, or that he was being weak, because she was his weakness. He trusted her with his heart. He wanted her to know every side that he had.

He desperately searched her eyes, looking for answers. Looking at the truth. Basking in that green fire that he never thought he would see again.

Paisley felt her heart piece itself together instantly. She felt every ounce of pain that she had endured from losing him just lift off her shoulders. She felt her life turn around. Nothing had ever felt so good.

Jonny was there.

And Paisley was there.

His eyes bore through hers and she didn't move an inch, as she was literally crushed into him.