Breathe (Anthony Trujillo)

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My eyes flutter open, blinking a few times before clearly seeing the room, a small wax burner being the only light, casting a warm dull yellow over a small area of the room. I breathe in Anthony's scent, the scent that has become my home, and has given me a secure feeling every time I smelt it.

I shift onto my back, Anthony's arms still encircling my waist. I stretch my arms over my head and point my toes stretching my body. I look to the side table where the digital clock sat.

10:48pm

Well, I guess I'm not going to have a proper sleep schedule for the next week. I slowly stretch my arm toward the table where my phone laid, my fingers just brushing over the charging port at the base of the phone. I huff, trying to slowly inch myself toward my phone, without disturbing Anthony.

Just as I'm about to clutch a small bit of my phone to slide it closer and get a better hold on it, Anthony's hand reaches over me and grabs it with ease, he hands me my phone as I look up at him. He has a small smirk displayed on his plump lips as he looks down at me. I grin at him, making his smirk grow into a smile, I smile back at his contagious one.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." I apologize, staring into his deep chocolate brown eyes. He waves it off, pecking me on the lips before moving to pull me into his side. His arm snakes under my back, pushing me down a bit so my head lay just under his chin, leaving his one hand on my waist farthest from him he leans his chin down rest it atop my head.

I lay comfortably in his grasp and open my phone. I go onto Instagram and looking at my page, my last post being from almost four years ago now, since I was gone for three and just didn't post much on here in general. I open the tagged photos tab, photos of my cut arm from news articles litter around the photos that were of my face.

I click on a few that were of my face and read the captions and comments.

'We miss you so much, and hope to God you're okay.'

'So, so, so happy you are okay and home!'

'You are the the strongest person I have ever seen'

'Such a relief you're okay.'

I smile at these captions, they warm my heart very much. I go into the camera on the phone and turn it onto Anthony and I. I smile widely at the camera, closing my eyes when the flash goes off. I open my eyes and scan the photo, Anthony moved his head to the side of mine and gave a large smile like my own.

Satisfied with the picture I move to the caption.

'I'm home and very, very happy to be. Thank you all for the prayers and everything, it warms my heart. I never realized just how many of you guys actually supported me and were fans, I am very much happy to know now. Again thank you's, I am safe and okay now.'

I post the picture and close my phone, I move in closer to his side, he brings his other arm over and lay's it over the one already on my waist. I pull my hand up on top of my stomach and gaze at the ring on my finger.

I cannot believe that this actually happened, I absentmindedly smile to myself thinking of all our memories.

"Anthony, put me down!"

I screamed, pounding my fists into his muscled back. He laughs running faster around the large grocery store. I hold my hands over my butt, seeing as I was only wearing shorts. As he ran around more, the more we gained annoyed and judgmental looks from the other people browsing the around the store.

I giggle as I bounce unsteadily on his shoulders.

"If you drop me, we won't be friends anymore." I poke at him, he halts and sets me on my feet. I smile triumphantly and turn to walk back to our abandoned shopping cart.