LYRICS OF LOVE - An Ashrald One Shots

Arms

"You're crying....again," said someone from the door.

She immediately wiped the tears that were continuously falling from her eyes. Like a ruined faucet, she couldn't stop them from falling, even if she covered them with her hands or closed her eyes as tightly as possible.

"It will be useless to hide them from me, babe, so just let them be," Gerald consoled her as he put his hands on her shoulders.

She didn't notice him already standing beside her. He's like a wind, one minute he's far away, another minute and he's beside her, especially at moments like this.

Yes, this is not the first time she's been crying over some guy. And it's not the first time that Gerald would watch her pouring her sadness out with her tears.

She put her hands over his that was on her shoulder, indication that she badly needed his strength now.

In less than a second, she was in his arms. His strength giving her beaten heart a reprieve, the heat from his body healing her broken soul.

Why does she always feel like this everytime he embraced her? Why, even without words spoken in between, she feels she's already been healed by the mere touch of his arms around her? Why does she feels calm and at peace everytime she was wrapped by those wonderful arms of Gerald's?

Minutes passed and tears stopped from falling. Her heart calmed, peacefulness already surrounding her.

"Okay now?" he whispered.

She nodded her head.

She didn't hear another word from Gerald. She waited for him to ask her why, but the question didn't come. Just like the first and the second time her heart got broken, never did he ask for the reason. He just let her pour all her sad emotions on his shoulder until she calms down, until she's ready to face the world again, to face the reality again.

But not this time. She will tell him. She owe it him, this guy who's been her knight in shining armour everytime the damsel in distress in her kicked in.

"Aren't you going to ask me this time?"

"Ask you what?"

"Why?"

He squeezed her shoulder before answering, "I don't have the right."

"You have. You have it since that first time I cried on your shoulder."

"Oh."

Another minute passed before she heard him speak.

"Why?"

She smiled. With that question, it showed he cared. More than his arms that are always ready to take her, he's now voicing out his concern for her.

"Why?" she heard him asked again.

She lifted her head from leaning on his chest and smiled at him. "Aren't you persistent kuya?"

"If I heard it correctly, you just gave me the right. I didn't know I have it since that night. Let's just say I'm making up for the lost chances. Oh, and by the way, you look far more beautiful when smiling. So, no crying again next time, okay? You will look like Maleficent if you do."

"But that's Angelina Jolie," she laughingly replied. "She's your favorite, isn't she?"

"I like you better. Besides, she already has her Brad Pitt, whereas you, seems to me your third Brad had just hurt you."

She tried to remove herself from his embrace so she could reason out but he didn't let her.

"Tired of me already?" he teased her.