Heart Like Yours \\ M. Lucic

Chapter 9

I LIKE MILAN LUCIC

I ALSO LIKE JULIAN EDELMAN

DOES THAT MEAN IT'S OK TO MORPH THEIR FEATURES?

NO IT DOES NOT.

ENJOY TEDDY BEARS🐻

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I woke up to a quiet whimpering. I glanced at the clock. It was two in the morning. Ugh, I swear to God if someone else got in a car accident....I noticed Milan wasn't next to me. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. What was that noise? But more importantly, where was Milan? I pushed the blankets off my legs and shuffled out of bed. Man, I hoped someone wasn't over. I was wearing Milan's t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and my hair was in a messy bun. I yawned and went into the living room, the whimpering getting louder. I was starting to become uncomfortable. I saw the small lamp on, and Milan's massive figure next to it. He was making the whimpering sound. Oh fuck.

"Babe?" I asked softly. He looked up; his eyes puffy and red. I didn't quite know what to do. I had never seen him cry like this before.

"Um...uh...Milan?" I asked softly.

"G-Go back into the bedroom. It's fine," he sniffled.

"Obviously it's not fine. What happened babe?" I asked softly. I sat next to him and put my arm around him.

"I just...I thought I lost you...and...I thought you were gone and I couldn't live without you even if I tried and I just...I thought you were gone," he sobbed into my shoulder.

"Why would you think you lost me?" I asked, rubbing his back.

"I had a dream that we were driving one day and we got hit and you died and I don't wanna lose you I love you I can't deal with everything without you I need you," he rambled on one shaky breath. He started heaving again.

"Shhh. Shhh. I'm here," I said into his hair. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right where I am."

"I thought I lost you," he sobbed. I shook my head.

"No. You didn't. I'm right here. I'll always be right here," I said softly. Oh my gosh. This was killing me. I had never seen him cry before. This was horrible. This was absolutely horrible. I tilted his head up with my thumb and looked into his big teary eyes. Then I put his head against my heart so he could hear that I was right next to him, and that my heart beat for him. I rubbed his back again.

"I don't wanna lose you," he mumbled with a little cry.

"C'mon baby. C'mon. Let's go back to bed. It's ok. I'm here," I said softly. "I'm here. I promise. I'm here. I won't leave you, ever. I promise, Milan."

I stood up and offered Milan my hand. He took it, and he was still shaking. This was killing me.

"Milan," I said, "I'm here. I always will be. I love you more than anything. Please. Please don't cry. I love you. I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?" he begged. "Promise me you're not leaving me!"

"C'mon, sit," I motioned to the bed. He was crying even harder now.

"Promise me, Dakota! Promise me you won't leave me," he sobbed into my shoulder.

"I promise, Milan," I said, holding him close. "I promise I won't leave."

His body shook uncontrollably, and the house was silent except the occasional whimper from Milan. I pressed my lips to his forehead.

"Shhh. Shhh. It's ok baby. I'm here. And I'm not leaving. It's ok, Milan. I'm here. I'm not leaving. I promise I won't leave," I repeated. I rubbed his back. "I'm not going anywhere. I doubt we'll be able to, but let's just try and sleep, yeah?"