Tell The Truth -{Completed}

Deserted

Jasmine slowly lifted her head and blinked open her eyes against the sun rays that shone through the window. Sitting up properly, she peered closely and tried to distinguish who was in the room; it certainly was not the doctor. The voice kept on repeating itself, soft and gentle and very much kind. She thought it sounded familiar, and strained to focus on the silhouette.

The boy was quite tall, with messy hair and strong arms. Strong arms... that was how she described Elias. Elias. Suddenly, she realised it was him in the room, and instantly tears formed in her eyes. She didn't try to hold them back, letting them trickle down over her cheekbones and down to her chin, the tears dripping and forming a dark circle on the hospital bedding. Through the foggy haze of her eyes, she could see him rushing to her side, not wasting a moment to comfort her. She could feel him wrap his arms around her into an embrace, holding her closely and whispering apologies into her ear.

Feeling him around her, holding her so closely to him, she let her guard down and cautiously, slowly, put her arms around him. Elias tensed for a moment, before sighing with joy and relief. Jasmine's tears stopped falling and taking deep breathes she managed to get her heart rate back to normal. Pulling away from him, she wiped her eyes and stared at him. At his gorgeous, spectacular green eyes.

His body, so firm and sturdy, arched over the edge of the bed, hands pressing on the matress. He returned her gaze, holding it before leaning in and stopping only a few inches away. All Jasmine could see were his eyes, full of love. Unconditional love that was all for her. Behind the love was worry, fear that she might push him away, and he searched her eyes for any signs of resistance.

Seeing none in her deep bluebell eyes, Elias closed the gap left between them, pressing his lips against hers. Jasmine forgot about everything, focussing on Elias and savoring the taste of his lips on her mouth. He was gentle, the kiss soft and cool - fresh even - but expressing every bit of emotion and love he had for her. She was sure he wanted to kiss her more passionately, but he didn't want to hurt her.

Jasmine pushed farther off the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck as his moved toward her waist, careful as to not open any injuries, before she pulled away, eyes still closed as she leaned her head back against the pillow. She licked her lips, the taste of him still there, and a blush crept up her neck.

The sound of creaking wood and the shrill sound of a door closing caused her to open her eyes, and she looked around the room.

He was gone.