Fate's Identity

Chaptee 52

The ride was quiet. There were hardly any talking involve. Liam's mind was still processing the news while I waited until he was ready to talk, and that never showed up until he pulled onto the curb of my house.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and grab my purse. As I touch the handle of the door, Liam grabs my arm, causing me to flinch. I shift my eyes on him.

After a moment, Liam releases my arm and slowly and quietly leans against his seat. His eyes focus on the road before us. "The funeral is going to be in a couple of days," he says, breaking the silence. "I am leaving tomorrow. I would like for you to come, if you can. I know the whole Simon drama is still on its course, but I want you there, beside me."

"I would love to come and support you and your family, but Simon doesn't get back until that day," I point out. "And that day is tomorrow, but I will try to ask him on that day, if he comes before you leave."

"I'll be leaving at twelve in the afternoon," he answers. "Please let me know as soon as possible."

"Got it," I smile. I lean closer and kiss the side of his cheeks. I pull myself back a little, but we were only face to face with our noses being only inches apart. I got lost in his eyes, and soon, our lips touch, more passionately than ever. We were lost in our little world at this moment.

Liam trails his finger trails up my neck, giving me chills, and brushes off the strands of hair in my face. I want to feel his touch forever. His lips, so sweet and tender. I never wanted to part from them.

However, our lips disconnect, due to the lack of air. We pant and chuckle simultaneously as our forehead rests on one another. We took in a moment of silence and let our company soothe us.

My hands rest on the gear, and that's when I realize we were still in the car. I lift my head, causing him to do the same thing. "I forgot I have to go," I said.

"What's the rush?" he asks.

"There's no rush," I answer. "It's the girls might start to worry. It's been four days since I last saw them."

"Alright," He says.

I lean forward once more and peck his lips once more. "I'll see you," I said, smiling. He returns it and presses a button to open up the back trunk.

I grab my purse and exit the car. I walk to the back trunk and lift my suitcase out, closing it afterward. I step onto the sidewalk and wave him farewell. He gives me the same gestures and starts the engine. I watch as he drives over to his driveway. He parks it there and gets out.

I begin to walk to the front porch and take a glance of him walking inside with his suitcase. I turn the knob of the front door, and as soon as I enter, I feel my world lifting in a positive light. I was bubbly. Giggly, I'll admit. I feel the stretch of my genuine smile on my face, and my heart fluttering. I feel like I was flying to Cloud 9, and nothing can drag me down anymore.

Liam occupied my thoughts, and an intense joy overcomes me every time. What is happening to me? It must be the effects of love doing its job on me. Sounds cheesy, but I'm not arguing. My pulse vibrated throughout my body as I enter the staircase, dragging my forgotten suitcase on the steps.

My stomach begins to ache for Liam. The thoughts of him made me miss him more and more. I want another week like these past couple of days, but I want it to be longer. Maybe for a month. Maybe for a year. Maybe for life. I don't know but spending these days with him has made me realize that I really want to be with him. I want the peaceful life with him with hardly any family drama. And maybe a wedding. And some kids.

Ally, you're thinking too much.

Indeed I am, but I want to have this moment and think about what I want to think and not think what I have to think.