Make Me Forget✔

F O U R T Y

Song of the chapter: Into You- Ariana Grande

[NEXT MORNING]

Conor's POV_

I stood there, at the wooden frame of her opened bedroom door, my eyes taking a few seconds to appreciate the beauty of the poised scene ahead of me.

A piled up messy sheet covering her motionless body, her bright hazel eyes calmly shut, her lips in a sweet straight line, the beam of light shinning against her clear bronze skin.

Laying on her front, she used her hand for support to insure herself a comfortable position, one of her legs exposed between the sheets where she stuck her knee to her stomach, my eyes capturing nothing else other than her sensitively aesthetical sleep.

It's been a while since I've seen her this way, unaware of my gaze as she sleeps restfully, taking some rest after everything the world has put her through.

You know, me, our baby, her job, her friends... it's a lot to keep up with.

Sometimes I think about how painful it must feel when you're able to help everybody around you, just like she does, but never get the help you need when you seek a shoulder to cry on.

After everything she has done for me, I would be a fool to not cherish her the way she deserves.

It's the least I can do after she reminded me of how love is still there, and I can only find it if I worked for it.

I really did work hard to gain the love I've been getting, but I never thought I'd helplessly find my way back into such an overwhelming feeling without even making my way through.

This isn't the first time I realise that love, unlike people make it seem, can be so different, depending on the person you're falling in love with.

My love for Veronica was so mendacious... so unstable and painful, it had gotten to the point where I felt her intoxications replacing the blood in my streams.

It was so breaking, I thought I was used to it.

But getting used to a feeling could never be as reviving as getting over it.

I just needed somebody to help me through, and I found my help in a story so unplanned, I still wonder how did we get this far after I've let her down so many times.

My love for Anastasia feels so secure... so embracing and full of life. It's like the wake up call I needed to return back home, where my heart can settle in full assurance that the brokenness I've been feeling for a while was nothing more than a temporary phase I had to go through until I find the right one for me.

And I know this is early, and I know I still have time, but I want nothing more than Anastasia being the one for me, because she's the only person that made the pain feel so achingly beautiful.

"She's a beauty, huh?" I didn't notice myself staring, or Mia joining me through my admiration, but her laugh was the real snap back I needed to cut my gaze.

I looked back, where a formally dressed Mia was standing, right behind me, looking up at me as I catched a glimpse of her over my shoulder before turning my head back to look at the point of her question.

"She sure is." I nodded, breathing out lightly after a quick examination.

It feels odd how her friends and mine saw our feelings being tossed between the two of us before we even realised.

I mean, I've always had a weak spot for Anastasia.

Even if it developed into deep adoration with time, I was still thankful for her presence when I needed her most.