"Liza? You home?"
I smiled as his voice trailed through the hall. His foot steps echoed.
"In here," I called out from my room.
He peeked his head around the corner, his hair flopping to one side.
He smiled and walked in, sitting on my bed.
"How you feeling princess?"
I sat up. "Better I guess."
He smiled and felt my head. He smiled and ran his hand down my cheek.
"You don't have a fever."
"Yeah. I know. I just didn't feel like being around people today."
He tilted his head. "Sooo, should I leave?"
I laughed and shook my head. "Not you, other people."
He nodded.
"I get that..."
I looked down at my hands.
His stare was burning holes in my head.
I longed for his embrace. I needed him to hold me, just for two seconds.
"You wanna talk about it..."
My heart leaped.
He cared. He wanted to hear my story. He wanted to be there for me.
I slowly nodded.
He sat closer to me and wrapped an arm around me.
That warm feeling built up inside.
"I have always been bullied... by multiple people... and then I changed, and it stopped. But I'm still scared. I saw someone who used to pick on me today, and got sick."
His arm got tighter.
Just thinking about it, made me want to cry. I was trying to hold it together in front of him, but couldn't.
A tear fell onto my cheek.
"Liza don't cry, please don't cry."
He quickly wiped it away and hugged me tightly and pulled me over to him.
"Don't cry," he whispered. "I can't see you like that."
I laid my head on his chest.
And he just held me there. In silence.
This eighteen year old boy, had taken my heart.
And I didn't want it back.
It was beautiful.
