Army (What Breaks My Heart 2)

Chapter Nine: Tears and love.

Zeanna.

I cried hard from the time I walked away from him directly barging in the house and not caring to leave my bedsheets full of sand and dirt. I was full of remorse and headache the moment I decided to get up from my bed and start heading out to the kitchen for a tea.

I can't even try not to think every moment that had happened today that I accidentally spilled my tea on the floor. I let it flow on the  floor like tears flow from my eyes. And just then, I thought I'm strong enough. I thought I wasn't weak in my feelings. And here I am again proving myself some bullshit I was forever going to be.

For the second time around, I felt sticky and dry at the same time. Dry in tears and dry in words. I'm tired so I decided to close all the windows since it's past 8 and the rain is falling too hard. Too hard and insulting.

I climb on my bed to close the last window when I saw the last thing I want to see. The only reason I don't want to go back to Paris.

I bought this house myself so I might stay here for a day or two and it doesn't even made it a day before he found me here.

Why is he still here anyway? Can't he go back to Gretel? It's still the thing he would do later when he'll get bored of our friendship so he might just do it now.

I saved my last words and let the window open as I tried to sleep. It is hard to sleep with a cold breeze waking you up every time you close your eyes but it's harder when you're heart is breaking for the person hurting you and was hurting now.

I don't stand a chance and raced myself downstairs to open the door and expecting to see him at my doorstep when I don't even saw a single soul.

Forget it. Live your life without Marion already. And now what? You're hoping again? You're checking your doorstep if he stayed to bug you and left because you're worthless?

I was about to close it when I stop in my tracks and found him curled up beside the plant. Hot air was coming out from his mouth and he just can't open his eyes from shivering.

I remembered the time when I was hiring as a fashion designer for the first time in Paris. It was midwinter and I cried so much in joy that I got in. Hiding tears from him, I never thought he was freezing in death outside waiting for me from the restroom. He shivered a lot and was confined in the Hospital for 3 days for having a fever.

I didn't waited another winter to come and instantly kneeled beside him. Yet he wasn't aware I was there. I might be damn mad but I know what I was doing. I can't just let him die here.

"Hey." I called and came out as a whisper. I was in the tip of a pen to cry and hug him at the same time but I just can't. Not right now.

His breathing was ragged and cold as ice. Yet he was so hot and drench in wet clothes. I don't even have to touch him to know he has been here since the sun sets.

"You're not a lost dog." I warned him to straight up but never moved an inch. "Get up." My voice was serious and I was freezing too.

When he never responded, I stood up when my knees went soft just seeing him so irresistible and hot. But I don't give a damn right now. He should be inside.

"Stand up. Let's get you inside, you're having a damn fever. Damn you Marion." I'm so mad yet I'm glad he hasn't left me.

I strengthen my legs when he looked up to me for me not to collapse in that look on his face. I snapped myself off and bent to held his arm on my neck and mine on his waist for support. He got the standing and just let me do the work.