The Good In Diavolo✔

Chapter- 22

EDITED: 21st March 2019.

Diavolo.

I could hear her, feel her presence in the room but I couldn't talk. I couldn't move or open my eyes to tell her I was fine. Or that she shouldn't cry. So I listened to her moving around the room, patiently, trying, with my utmost effort to wake up.

I feel her smooth hands glide into mine and I want to squeeze our intertwined hands so badly. But I can't. It's as if an invisible force is preventing me from doing so.

I hear her heavy breathing and her sniffles as she pours her heart out to me. I want to comfort her, tell her it's okay, that I am right here and never leaving. But again, I can't. Her sobs pull at my heartstrings, tug it until I want nothing more than to make all of her sadness disappear.

A burst of emotions fill my heart as I continue to listen to her and at that moment I realized that I loved this girl. That she was my one and only. That there was nothing in this world I wouldn't do for her. She was my soulmate, my life. I didn't doubt it one bit but I was so undeniably happy that she loved me too.

Thank you, God, for giving me such a precious woman to love.

She squeezed my hand lightly and pecked my cheek. At the moment I felt it, felt the need to protect her from all bad in the world. Felt the need to love her uncontrollably. Felt the possessiveness to keep all filthy men away from her.

So I willed myself to open my eyes. I pushed myself so hard to open my orbs and look at her and I succeeded. My eyelids lifted and I blinked rapidly, staring at the white ceiling.

I gulped down the dryness of my throat and trailed my eyes over the room to see her walking to the door and only then did I repeat the words.

"I love you too, Brooklyn, more than you'll ever know."

She turned and looked at me in shock. Her eyes were red because of her tears. I smiled at her slightly, trying to get up but wincing at the pain in my abdomen.

She immediately hurried to my side and made sure I was comfortable before sitting on the chair beside the bed. I coughed slightly and she gave me a glass of water that was on the side table. I drank it like a thirsty man in a desert and once I was done, she took the empty glass from me and kept it back on the table.

She then looked at me, her eyes once again welling up. I noticed and shook my head, cupping her face.

"Shh. Shh. No more of that okay?" I said to her softly and a sob escaped her lips.

I wiped her tears and muttered soft nothings in her ear as she cried. Once she was stable she sniffed and looked at me.

"Don't leave me ever again." She said, her voice breaking and I smiled sadly.

"Never baby girl," I said and kissed her forehead.

After a few minutes of silence she got up suddenly and I looked at her expectantly.