Romira

Chapter - 32

Finding someone you love and who loves you back is a wonderful, wonderful feeling. But finding a true soulmate is an even better feeling. A soulmate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what. They say that nothing lasts forever but I'm a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after we are gone.
~ Cecelia Ahern.

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Akira

My heart is puzzled by Romero's sudden withdrawal as he leads me back. I'm trying to think what has caused his change of mood. But by the way he is not stumbling and keeping himself together, I think it's because he is kinda sober now. I guess he must have realised that he has spoken too much for today or he has said something he didn't mean to and that turned him distant.

This is what I was fearing whole time, that he would become like this once he is sober. When he is drunk, it feels like he is with me and I could touch him, reach him. He lets his guard down when he is wasted and that makes him perceptible.

Right now I want nothing more than to go back when he was kissing me and hugging me tight. When he was palpable with those speaking grey orbs. My only comfort is the way he is holding my hand as we walk, the firm grip of his hand is keeping me together. I want to reach out and wrap his arm around me, tugging him close to me, so close that our heartbeats could talk what we can't.

Once we reach by the black car, the big man, Paul gives a nod to Romero, opening door for us. Romero motions me to sit first so I slide inside before he follows my suit. Interior of this car is extremely expensive and sheltered. There is more than enough space for us. Sitting beside him feels warm, just like first time I rode with him, in his other car.

Speaking of which, I wonder if he came here by his car and if he has then where is it? I don't see any car around us but then its quite dark here considering it is one in the morning. Tomorrow is my class at nine but I decide to worry about it later.

"Condo, Paul." My dark angel orders.

The big guy nods in response, "Sir."

The respect he shows to Romero is unbelievable, for a guy who is just twenty one years old, Romero sure knows how to command and demand attention without really demanding it.

The car starts moving soundlessly and we both get enwrap in undefeatable silence. We both have enough distance between us but the heat, the warmth emitting from him is unmistakable and not to mention he is still holding my hand just as tightly. It gives me hope that he is still somewhere with me, that he hasn't completely isolated from me.

I turn look at him to see he has closed his eyes and his head is laid on back of seat, he looks exhausted. There is slight dark circle under his eyes and the stubble on his face seems to be of more than three days. Despite all these things he is still most beautiful man in my eyes. One glance at him and my heart starts to thud uncontrollably. My other hand itches to move forward and touch his angelic face but I refrain myself to do so.

I gasp when he suddenly pulls me to him and I land on his chest as he wraps the same hand he has been holding mine around me. I peer at him under my eyes only to find him staring back. The sheer intensity of his eyes nearly melt me on the spot, they are saying something, something I can't grasp. All my previous fears disappears in flash and I feel secured and cherished in his arms.

When he doesn't say anything I sigh in content and stare the world outside of window, with my mind running the same speed of car, still fully aware of his eyes lingering on my face.