The hijabi and the playboy

Chapter 30

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Suraiya's pov
I watched as the boys' eyes fluttered softly, drawing attention to his beautiful coloured eyes and long eyelashes. He looked at me with wide surprised eyes that resembled one of a puppy.

I smiled as the boy in front of me was none other than Jacob.

"Hey Williams." I said throat hoarse and he quickly reached over at the table and poured me a glass of water with a fumble.

I smiled lovingly at him, he's way too cute.

He held the water in one hand and had another hand underneath my chin in case any water spilt. He carefully placed the plastic cup up to my lips as I drank water. The cold refreshing liquid quickly removed the dryness from my tongue before it went down my throat and removed any harshness and hoarseness there was.

"Thank you." I said this time more clearly and he shook his head, still with wide surprised child eyes. I laughed and said "you're not dreaming, I really am here."

I brought my hands up to his cheeks and gave him a little pinch before saying "see." He stuttered before saying "do you know how much I missed you." His eyes held so much pain and he looked as if he could cry at any second if I said the wrong thing, his voice sounded broken and it's my fault.

I felt horrible.

I nodded slowly, "I'm so sorry."

And he broke down. His pretty coloured eyes gleamed as they resembled glass as tears brimmed and fell softly trailing down his cheeks past his cheekbones which seemed more defined than before. He's lost lots of weight.

My chest hurts. I can't believe I made him look like that. The boy who barely let anyone see him so broken had cried countless times because of my selfishness.

"I-I thought you were gonna leave me. Leave us." His body started shaking and I couldn't help it anymore. With wires all over my arms, I pulled him into them.

This time I was crying.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I said repeatedly in a soft voice hoping he'd stop crying so painfully.

My hands rested on his head where his soft locks were.

"Please don't cry." I whispered. And he looked at me.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm sorry, for not being able to protect you against what happened." He said softly and I smiled. He truly has become so pure over the years and I can't help but coo.

I carefully wiped away my tears as I shook my head softly. "I went in front of that car. It's not your fault at all. And I was extremely selfish for doing so. I didn't think about the people I would've left behind. But now I do and I won't do something scary like that again."

I then suddenly remembered the horrific incident. It replayed as vividly as possible, the horn of the car and the screech of the tires as well as my body being slammed against the bumper all played like a continuous horror film in my head. You can't just forget about something like that. Not when everything is imprinted into your brain like a permanent tattoo.

I remember losing consciousness and his voice softly echoing in my head reassuring that everything was going to be okay.

"I missed you a lot Mr. Williams." I said staring into his eyes as his smile wrinkles and pearl white teeth made an appearance. "Stop. It sounds like you're making fun of me when you call me so formally." I let out a light laugh and he grinned.