A Good Girl's Confession

Chapter 14: Moving On Is Hell

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*Lauren's POV*

It's been a while since I experience this kind of breath taking experience. The clarity of the room, the blinding lights, the surrounding aroma is not helping my situation much. I really have this urge to throw up everytime I got to smell the unpleasant fragrance of the hospital.

Yes! I'm lying in one of this hospital bed that making me sick some more rather to help me recover. I think I just want to get rid of the nostalgia it brings. Everytime I got to remember that .. That part of my life, it makes me shiver.

I can't find the force or even the courage to open my eyes. It feels so heavy that if I try to sneak a peak, I bet it will be out of my socket any time. I try to look back why I ended up here, but heck, it's justall  blurry and hazy lines.

I'm consciously aware of what's going on around me. I hear the door creaks open but I don't bother opening my eyes or shifting my position to see who is that. I just want to be on my own at this moment but the smell surrounding me isn't helping my sentimentalities now. He really never fails on making me forget the things that I planned of doing. Now that my breathing is rattling because I'm just longing for the crook of his neck to sniff all his glorious scent, my eyes just open on it's own accord.

Isn't it a little bit frustrating eh? I've been putting half of my efforts just a while ago to make it open, but just as his smell surrounded my haven now, it just voluntarily snap out of my control and there, I'm wide awake and looking-or I might say gawking on his divinity.

He's wearing his usual smirk. He had his hair on it's messy style and oh God! His wearing a simple white V-neck shirt that emphasizes his masculinity. Paired with his baggy jeans and hi-cut Converse shoes, he's beyond perfect. Only him that I have seen in my entire life to pull such outfit into turning something like a runway material.

"Done checking me out Shar", he said with his evil grin.

I blink once twice thrice! Damn. I just can't stop myself from gawking. I may look like a sucker for his good looks, but I just don't care. Such a beauty to behold.

Again my body respond on it's own. I look like a gold fish with my cheeks puffing because I'm holding my breath for some time.

"Silly", he said as he closes the distance between us. "Don't you know your been out for two weeks already? All of us just miss you like hell". The blackness of his eyes are so dark that it sucks my sanity away on it's own vortex. Concern fills the corner of his eyes and their's guilt as he shift gaze towards the thing on my arm. He knows I hate needles. That's why seeing me with a dextrose on, I bet his taking the blame for himself because of the look in his eyes.

I reach for his face and try to smoothen the crease on his forehead. I give him a smile and kiss him on the check. "I miss you more Gangster Love".

That's when his face brightens and pulls me into a bone cracking hug that nearly knocks the air out of me. I just love making him react like that.

"Don't you know I nearly die because I thought, I thought..." He's voice is trailing and it's shaking. Is what happened really that bad?

I huff. "You thought I would be dead gangster love?", I finish his sentence for him while patting his head. He looks like a child begging for sweets. "Come here!", I said while looking intently in his eyes.

He come near me and put his head on my shoulder and kiss the crook of my neck. We just stayed in that position for a while when I heard the door opening.

"Ahem?!", greeted a very serious tone. We look at his direction only to find out it's Dwight. He is so serious and cold that it make my hands sweat.