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Cam/fitz

We lay beside each other. The warmth comforted me and I concentrated on his breathing. I felt ok, I felt perfect in this position. I loved him as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I didn't want to confess my feelings for him; as our friendship could be lost, or I suppose I was scared of the consequences of his answer.
"cam" he said softly
"yeah" I replied, intrigued but this sudden change of events
"what do you think about vulnerability" he turned his head and his deep thoughtful eyes focused on me; it was hard to break away the eye contact from his eyes as they were anchored by his determined piercing stare..
"I dunno. I guess it's kinda sucky I don't know"
fitz turned back onto his back and chuckled softly to himself. I suddenly turned back as well I realized I had been staring at him for 5 minutes but I didn't notice because I was so fixated on him. With this sudden consciousness, I felt an overwhelming flow of emotions; embarrassment, shame? worry? I didn't know how to name the emotions and acknowledge them, all I knew was that I felt uneasy. I felt my cheeks become hotter and I knew I was blushing, with an almost immediate reaction I turn my head away from him; I didn't want him to see me like this so I tried to hide.
"well don't attack me on this k" his perfect voice cut through the silence.
"yeah of course not" still not looking at him sheltering my face.
"I think it is strong and courageous to put yourself in a position where you can let yourself be hurt and you are vulnerable to being rejected, .. to receive unconditionally,.. for when you are weak you are strong sorta thing if you get what I mean, ahh I don't know like, do you get it"?
"yeah. yeah I do"
I felt weird being introduced to a concept like this and I felt stuck. it made sense but I never let myself be hurt on purpose, I always pretended I was fine and I was taught to not let people see through me.
"to ask, even though you have no control of the outcome, but why"? I finally replied
" if you avoid all entanglements, lock it up, keep it safe, it will become unbreakable and impenetrable, you will never let yourself love" his sturdy meaningful reply
"what are you a preacher now"
he softly chuckled then put his hand on my face and turned it to him as he sat up, and as I followed his direction I sat up as well.
"it's ok, tell me what you feel, it's ok"
" I-i I love you"! my bottled up emotions broke and I began to cry; weeping heavily and not thinking about my surroundings for once.
I felt Fitz warm arms wrap around me and I felt safe and comfortable crying in his arms.
10 minutes later
I had calmed down a bit, and surprisingly I felt good like all this weight had been lifted like I had a detox of emotions. I never knew crying would make me feel stronger I was taught that it was a sign of weakness.
"I love you too, I've always loved you"