After breaking up with the love of his life, One of the guys finds themselves alone and unable to go without. With broken relationships and broken people finding ways to fix themselves, this season will be the most delicate season yet as Marius, Fin...
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(Jamie POV)
"Baby I'm fine. Please relax it's been a long day," I try to pull Mari back to me as he fixes the pillow underneath my foot so it's elevated.
"Jamie..."
He says my name with such authority it sends a sudden shock through me.
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"You've been on this foot all god damn day because of me. You're probably in a lot of pain right now but you're hiding it because you're always more concerned about me than about yourself. SO SHUT UP and let me help you!"He yells at me with tears in his eyes and his voice breaking.
"Mari..."
I try to talk but he looks at me.
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"I get it, my papa just died, now both my fathers are dead and I'm left here to fulfill their stupid legacies they left behind. I'm left here with 19 letters and I'm so fucking weak I can't even finish one!" He yells more at himself than at me and I sit up on my elbows.
"But that is nothing compared to the amount of pain and heartache I have caused YOU. God Jamie, look at you! We've been dating for less than three months and you've been stabbed, beaten, shot, kidnapped, held hostage, put under for surgery, flown halfway across the world! And it's all my fault...It's all my fault and I don't understand why you continue to stay with me when YOU WERE BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME!" He screams at me and catches his shaky breaths.
The tears in his eyes had found release as he stops.
This is what it was.
This is what he was looking for in Paris.
I keep my calm as I sit up, with my foot still rested on the pillows. Scared that if I took it off for just a second he'd pop a blood vessel.
"How can you say all of that but still question me? You say you're okay but you say shit like this and I know you're not okay. You're not okay Mari! Just say it! You're not perfect, no one is! But your perfect for me and I don't care about myself because all I care about is you. And I would much rather go through this shit ton of physical pain than to see anyone lay a single abusive finger on you. Ever. Again." I tell him through this ragged breath filled with rage.
He sits down on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.
"I just can't see you being put through so much torture...do you know how much it hurts me?" he lowers his hands from his face and I can see the uncontrollable tears as he tilts his head back in a failed attempt to stop them from falling.
I reach over next to me and take the light blue blanket. Sitting up and wrapping it around him before pulling him into my arms and holding him close. The shoulder of my t-shirt was quickly soaked with his small tears as I gently rub his back.
"Mari...I know it feels like the world is falling apart around you...but don't push me away." I ask him as he grips my shirt.
"I know you think you're trying to protect me but let me worry about that okay?" I ask him, running my fingers through his soft brown waves.
"Okay Hamie..."
He whispers softly with so much pain in his voice from holding so much guilt in his heart, I can't help but hold him closer.
