"WARM UP" One Shots

2: Little Do You Know

Short story inspired by the song "Little Do You Know" by Alex & Sierra 

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My eyes fluttered open, tears already streaming down my cheeks. I sat up, my heart pounding hard against my chest as I looked over to the left side of bed.

I let out a huge sigh of relief when I saw him lying there, sleeping peacefully beside me.

The fear in my heart slowly fade away, replaced by the assurance that at least, for this night, he's still with me.

I wiped the tears with my hand as I watched him breathe in and out, looking like an angel in his slumber.

A hint of a smile crossed his lips as he sleeps, and fear once again gripped my heart.

What was he dreaming about?

Who was he thinking of?

Was it me? Or was it another girl?

And, like always, the memory of his past mistake came rushing down on me. The memory that would probably haunt me for all eternity.

It was the image of him with another girl. Of them flirting with each other happily, without a care in the world. The way we did before, back when we first started dating.

Along with the memory of that moment was the crushing pain that I felt. I gasped, out of breath, as panic started to overcome me.

He's leaving me... I thought. He's leaving me for that girl...

I clamped my mouth shut, not letting a single sound out of my lips.

Not wanting to wake him up and show him my pathetic state, I slowly left the bed and sat at the corner of the room.

I must calm down... He's leaving me... I must calm down... He's leaving me...

I knew this fear was irrational. He already apologized to me. He already told me it was a mistake. That he'd never do it again. That it was me, only me, that he loved.

And I trust him. I believe him.

But still, it hurts. It hurts a lot. And even more that the pain was the fear that he's not being faithful. That he's doing it again, and there was nothing I can do about it.

No, I thought, trying to silence all the negative thoughts in my head. He is not leaving me.

He'd been nothing but loving to me since he asked for my forgiveness. He was seriously trying to make it up to me. He'd been spending all his time with me. There's no chance that he was being unfaithful to me again. None.

Right?

I wasn't sure anymore.

Despite that last thought, I managed to calm myself.

He'd been trying his best. I must do my best as well.

I know I had already forgiven him, but why was it so hard to forget what happened? I still trust him, but how come my trust became so fragile? Even this heart that had endured so many trials became so sensitive and fearful.

I sobbed one last time, then willed myself to stop.

I was never a crybaby. And I was not about to be one.

I talked to myself again and again, building myself up. And building up my confidence on him again.

I know that I still love him. Regardless of what happened, that love would never change.

All I need is time, I thought to myself again and again. I will heal.

Once the tears stopped falling, and my heart had gotten calmer, I went back to bed.

He shifted a little, then turned to face me. I held my breath as his eyelids slowly fluttered open.

"You're awake?" he asked, squinting.

"Mmm," I muttered as my response. I was not confident about how my voice sounds, and I hope he could not see my eyes in this darkness. I didn't want him to know that I cried.

"Let's go back to sleep," he mumbled, opening his arms for me. He smiled a little, and all the remaining fear in my heart faded away.

I smiled back, accepting the invitation of his arms. 

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