Scars of your love

Chapter 16

"Thank you for trusting me. I promise you that I will never let you down."

I am taken back by his words. Part of me wants to believe him so badly that he is never going to let me down. But after all the things happened to me I can't believe that anyone will stand by me forever. It's not like I don't trust him. If I didn't then I wouldn't be sitting here, pouring my soul out to him. I do but I can never believe he will be there for me.

I just nod feeling way too exhausted to say anything. All the revelations made me bone tired.

"It's way too late. Why don't we get some sleep."

How can someone do and say right things at the right times? Surely I can't. It's like a mind reader who knows everything and anything. Surely he also suits the role with his mysterious looks.

I don't give him an answer to him, I just comply him by standing up. We move silently to my room. I know there is another bedroom and I can offer him to sleep there or sofa for that matter but I don't. Call me crazy but I want him near me after all the confessions I made earlier. I am afraid that he will be gone in the morning. So at least for the last few moments, I want him near him. It's not like we are going to cuddle or anything. My bed is so humongous that we can sleep on the sides and not be aware of each other. Alex also doesn't ask so it helps the matter.

We pad to the opposite ends of the bed, the muffling sound of the mattress pressed and the blankets shifted are the only sounds audible in the silence. I Stare into the darkness ready to be swallowed into it. I am way too tired to ponder on anything. My eyelids feel heavy and they start to close.

"Good night, Tris." Alex's voice seems to be distant.

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There is an irritating sound buzzing in the background, trying to disturb my slumber. I wish I have something in my hand to throw at the source of the sound to stop it from it's buzzing. But soon the sound comes to a halt and then I hear a voice cursing.

"Fuck. Fuckit." I hear the sound of feet pounding on the floor and they feel like they are approaching me.

"Tris, wake up. Tris."

My eyes are not willing to open and I moan loudly, rolling over to stuff my face in my pillow.

"Tris, it's eight' o clock." It is enough to wake me up. I sit straight immediately, my sleep long forgotten.

"What? Why? When? We have just slept five minutes ago." I remove my blankets and rise up, moving to the dresser, searching for clean clothes.

Alex bends and does his shoelaces. "Yeah. It does feel like that. I am late for my practice-so I need to go. Do you have a class now?"

"Yes. I have Organic Chemistry extra lecture at 9:00."

"Okay." Alex comes close to me and grabs my shoulder so that I can look at him. His ocean blue eyes staring into mine. Whenever he looks at me like that I feel something warm spreading through my chest.

"Before I leave. I want to ask you if you are okay after yesterday night?" He enquires in a soft voice like he is asking a wounded animal.

Emotion swells in my chest making it hard for me to say anything. I give a brisk nod.

"So Are you free tonight?"

His concern for me is moving. I never had anyone in my life to look after me except for Esme after my parent's died and here he is making sure I am alright.