Stuck In Reverse (#wattys2018)

(21) Chaos...

Brown, soft and ruffled hair that had hands running over it constantly.

Perfectly shaped and full eyebrows.

Deep brown eyes with golden speckles here and there.

Straight A, perfect nose.

Dry, pale and chapped lips, accompanied with an extremely pale skin.

Harsh breaths in and out.

My heart and mind finally agreed for once; it was in chaos... Utter, blindfolding chaos.

Like a rowdy market place.
I didn't know what to do or think.

But,

One thing was constant; admits the chaos, I was hurting. My heart ached badly.

Should I be happy or sad, give a heart lifting smile or burst into tears??

Maybe I could hug him? Punch him for making me so worried? Kiss him and thank him for coming back to me?
Ignore him and walk away so I won't get hurt again?

One thing was sure though, seeing this bipolar, annoying, handsome, mysterious fiancé of mine like this, did things to my heart. Bad things.

I would have continued being lost in my own thoughts of what and what not to do, if he hadn't jerked up in a sitting position suddenly, making me squeal as I made to fall, my heart in my mouth.

I stopped midair again, and with the tingles I felt in the bottom of my stomach, I needed no magic to tell me that Killian was holding me up with shaky hands.

"What happened?",

"Why were you like that? ",

"Did you mean it when you said I needed a check up or do you know anything about this madness around us?",

"We've lived before, do you know that?",

"Why are we living again?",

"Why do you have a tattoo of my name on your body?? What does it mean?"

I wanted nothing more but to voice my thoughts, but the now familiar voice in my head which told me not to scare him off kept my mouth shut.

Gently, he pulled me back closer to him, his eyes never leaving mine and mine also finding nothing more interesting than his brown hypnotising ones.

My hands unconsciously planted itself on his naked, hard chest; heat radiating from him to me, my fingers getting all tingled.

Softly, his lips parted and my eyes dashed to it, my heart picking race.

Was he going to scold me? Ask me why I made him go through all the trouble with my madness. 

Maybe he would break off the marriage with the claim that I was crazy, seeing things that weren't there.

Or maybe I was just trying to make myself believe that I was actually just seeing things and they weren't real.

Out of everything he could say, I never expected or thought of him saying a soft,

"Y-you're so beautiful... Like an a-angel, m-my ang-angel..."

Tears prickled my eyes, my heart thumping loudly and contrasting the fact that I wanted to burst into tears at the pitiable state he was in.

My heart was leaping around at what he'd said, I felt so happy and at peace, I didn't even know when a drop landed on my cheeks.

"D-don't... Please?" His hands slowly covered my cheeks, wiping them away.