The Sweet Nothings || ✓

"TOGETHER"

"Can you please tell me what exactly it is that you are scribbling away so furiously on that paper?" Damien asked as my hand clutching the black pen moved hurriedly on the paper.

I looked up at him for a second and smiled. "Just trust me."

He looked sideways at me nervously. "See sunshine, I trust you a lot but looking at the situation at hand, I am not really sure about it." He said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, bringing my concentration back to the paper in my hand and writing down something.

"I want to know as to why we are headed towards Wilson Residence with a tank of kerosene oil, a cigarette lighter and a fire extinguisher in my car trunk." He said, concentrating back on the road.

"Just trust me alright. You will understand when we get there." I said distractedly.

"Okay. But do you have to do this on the day of our date? I mean literally, the first thing you ask me to buy you on our first date is a fire extinguisher." He states matter-of -factly.

I glance at him once again. "Damien it's something I have been meaning to show you since a long time. And it's the perfect day today. But considering the circumstances, I  have to do something else too today. I have been pending it for a long time." I say and put the cap of the pen back on it.

I sigh in relief, looking down at the paper. I have been meaning to do this for a long time now. And the feeling of finality is compelling me to finish this today.

Damien steals a glance at me from the corner of his eyes. "Alright. We are about to reach anyway."

Having said this, the car takes a turn and comes to stop infront of The Wilson's Residence. I take a deep breath, pick up the silver bunch of keys and get out of the car.

"Help me get the things out from the trunk." I tell Damien.

He looks at me surprised. "Please don't tell me you plan to burn this mansion to ashes today."

I laugh at his assumption and plan to play along. "Maybe." I say and watch as his face holds an expression of horror.

"Calm down! It's not that. Just help me out." I say and watch as Damien buffs out a breath and comes to help me.

We move towards the gate and I open the door. I convince him to come upstairs with me, hauling the fire extinguisher and the kerosene tank all the way up. We stop in front of a wooden door and I step up to open the door with a silver key.

However close Damien and I have always been, I never once brought him here. The Portrait Room. It was different now because I had added more of portraits to this tiny room. But all the portraits were now segregated, put in different corners according to the people they were associated with.

A small corner for Elijah. Another for Damien. The third for Daria. And the last one for Maia. On top of all the four corners were golden plates with their names on it. And I smiled as I registered how full Damien's and Daria's corners were now.

I turned around wondering why Damien hadn't entered yet.

He stood on the threshold of the room, the cigarette lighter forgotten on the floor. His eyes were wide open with surprise and amusement. His mouth was slightly ajar.

I smiled and moved towards him. Holding his chin lightly, I gently pushed up, closing his mouth.

He looked at me with so much love, I thought I was going to melt.
"You drew all of this?" He gestured towards the room and I nodded slowly.

"Yeah. I have been drawing for a very long time now." I stated.

I watch as he moves further into the room towards his own corner. His eyes skim across all the portraits, holding their beauty and intricacy.
"It's beautiful Lana." He whispers and I shudder with the intense desire that ceases me on hearing his voice.