Wonderwall

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•Wonderwall•

"You were my chaos,
but you were also my peace."

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Waking up in her lover's arms, the sun peeked through the curtains unapologetically making her squint her eyes as soon as she fluttered them open.

But something more distracting than the sun averted her attention. It was the man that made her feels thousands of emotions all at once.

She couldn't help but smile to herself as she saw that he hadn't moved since yesterday, falling asleep in the same position—his head buried deep in her chest as one of his arms held tightly onto her waist, trapping her almost as if she's going to let go any instant.

She couldn't help but smile down on him seeing his peaceful sleep-full state. But also, her heart ached for him once she noticed the dried tears stained upon his cheeks.

He looked drained, even when sleeping and she hadn't come to terms on how much his mother meant to him till now. Of course she sensed that he truly cared about her, but yesterday opened her eyes a little bit more.

He would do anything to not let his mother get hurt again. The tears he wept so purely by just the thought of her getting back with his father were enough evidence.

He was already afraid— afraid of her shedding a tear of heartbreak again. He was afraid that after all of these years of hard work, the women he slowly rebuilt will be destructed once again.

And Rose, she didn't know what to say much. She didn't know much about his family, except the story he told. But still, she was in no place to interfere much.

She just embraced him in her welcoming arms, letting him vent and share his endless thoughts and emotions, pouring them onto her. Like she was the notebook he never knew he had.

And she liked that. He felt comfortable seeing as she was open ears and attentive to every thought shared—to every story spoken.

Other than that, she stayed silent being in deep thought. She couldn't judge his mother for returning back with their father, that was her decision but Rose also wondered about the events leading up to such news.

Surely, his mother most likely still loved their father dearly. One of the strongest forms of love is forgiving the person who caused you so much pain and sorrows. You hand them your heart, trusting them not to break it again, even though they did multiple times—and probably will.

And you do all of that, because deeply you still see the good in them— because you're still utterly in love with them.

Rose rosed up from her bed being careful of not waking Grayson's sleepy figure up. She wanted to make him breakfast, at least giving him a good relaxing morning to start with.

He deserved it.

She made sure to prepare him an oh so lovely breakfast including everything he liked and favorited.

She was getting to know him a lot more now, from the biggest to the smallest minor details. She was slowly memorizing him like the back of her hand.