Call Me Yours

Meet Me In The Night

"Those movies were always able to calm my mind... to remind me that there was actually..." I trailed off, my voice cracking as Chris's fingers began softly running through my hair, and I let his caring touch bring me a sense of comfort before I continued speaking "It sounds silly saying it out loud now but... they gave me a reason to live, something to look forward to I suppose... on the days when I was at my lowest, when I..." My words were now refusing to come out, almost like my brain was fighting me, telling me not to share anything with him, that Chris would just run away like everyone else had...

"Heyyyy. It's alright doll. You don't have to share anything with me that you don't want to." Chris moved his hand out from underneath my shirt and up to my face, his thumb softy wiping my tears away, my eyes closing when his lips brushed against my forehead "You are so beautiful... every single part of you..." he softly traced over one of the faint scars on my skin, and even though I wanted to pull away from him, I didn't. One, two... he kept going, kept gently caressing all the broken parts of me, all those times I'd lost my inner battle were now no longer just my awful secret "I love you Natalie."
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"I'm trying not to think about it Scarlet..." I talked as quietly as I could, I was hiding out in the bathroom of our hotel room, sort of, as I finished getting ready for my flight back to New York later that afternoon. Last night had been such a surreal experience, my mind still racing circles around itself trying to decide if it had all been real "I'm in love with him."

"Wait. Nat? Did you just... did you just use that word you promised you'd never use again..."

"I've fought myself over that for at least the last 24 hours Scarlet. I don't want to come back. I don't want to leave him. The idea of being alone is actually making me sick... and you of all people should know how hard that is for me to say..." I leaned against the counter, my free hand fixing a few stray hairs that had escaped, listening to Scarlet on the other end of the phone as she reassured me.
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"Chris you're gonna make me late for my flight..." I laughed, as he loosened his grip on me, his scruffy chin resting against my shoulder one last time before he pulled away from me just far enough to be able to look directly into my eyes. He seemed to study me, longer than he normally did, and my heart began to pound in my chest as his hands gently moved higher up on my back.

"You know... earlier in our room. I heard all of that." I looked down at the ground, for some reason I was suddenly embarrassed that he had heard me say all those things... "I just want you to know I feel the same way. I'm... you know, I'm barely holding it together, the thought of you leaving... It's gonna be the longest three weeks of my life."
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Chris had made me promise to call him when I got home to my apartment, but yet, as I sat on my couch with my phone in my shaking hand, I still hesitated. Even after the incredible few days we'd had together... I was still doubting his affection for me, and I was so engrossed in my own thoughts that when the bell to my door rang I actually flinched at the sound...

"I thought you could use some company..." Scarlet held up a paper bag that contained at least two bottles of wine, ice cream, and a few other guilty pleasure snacks, and I couldn't stop the wide grin that spread across my face, as I moved to the side to let her in "So... details?" She poured me a second glass of wine and I took one drink before setting my glass down on the coffee table and leaning back into the couch.

"We didn't have sex..." I shrugged, smirking at the look on her face as she almost spit a mouthful of wine all over the floor "We mostly talked. I told him everything Scarlet, things I haven't even shared with you..." I was cut off by the loud sound of my phone ringing, Chris's name flashed across the screen and my hands shook as I let it go to voicemail "I was supposed to call him as soon as I landed... For some reason I'm too scared. Like maybe he's going to tell me it was all a mistake." My phone buzzed, indicating that he'd left me a voicemail, and I shook my head, setting my phone down on the couch, resting my head in my hands as Scarlet rubbed calming circles against my back.

"If you don't talk to that man I will." I couldn't help but laugh at her, and I nodded, grabbing my glass of wine off the coffee table and draining it before grabbing my phone and standing up from the couch "That's my girl... I'll wait out here, with the alcohol..."
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