Speaking In Silence [Book 2]

9

Soft was the only word that could describe how Chloe felt- physically- and I'd never met someone so... so... there were no words. All of the things I saw in her never compared to anyone else. She made me question whether I'd ever been happy before. I forgot about the bad, and only the good stood before me.

Looking down I found a sleeping Chloe in my arms. It was morning, but very early in the morning. Our night was long and lovely, yet we still didn't have sex. It reminded me of how much I really didn't need it compared to other things.

She fell asleep while we talked, slowly fading in and out of conversation. I let her lie on my stomach as I lie on my back. We had gone to the bedroom in the midst of a rising heat, but she stopped us once again. This time I was okay with it.
I watched her. Not in a creepy way, but in a way that made me feel peaceful. Her lips slightly parted, her makeup forming a short line to her cheek. I didn't dare move from my position.

-

"Good morning" I smiled, remembering who was next to me. I opened my eyes to find her propped up on her arm looking at me.

"Good morning" I positioned myself the same is her.

"Did you sleep well?"

"I did... how about you?" I made my way to sitting and Chloe followed.

"Very well"

We sat for a moment both watching each other. She must've gotten up earlier and washed her makeup, but it seemed she had retouched some areas of her face. It upset me to know she had done that.

"Do you want breakfast? I'll make pancakes" she agreed and followed along to the kitchen. I started the mix and we resumed talking more.

Chloe was a content marketer for a journalism company. She never went too in depth about it, but it was clear that she enjoyed it.
I, on the other hand, was unemployed. I felt lame telling her that, but I didn't need a job. My parents sent plenty of money my way and didn't care what I did with it. As long as I stayed out of their hair.

-

"So, where's your sister now?"

"She's upstate. That's all I know. We don't really talk all that much" I set two plates down on the table and dump the pancakes onto them, "syrup?"

"Yes please" Chloe sat at the table and began eating, "does she look like you?"

"Kind of. We have the same hair, but her eyes are different"

"Different how?" Chloe really seemed to care, that was the most important thing. Whatever I had to say, she would listen.

"Her's are lighter"

Again, more casual conversation and getting to know each other.

"I'll bet she's beautiful if she even looks anything like you"

"You're too sweet, Chloe. I'm serious" I pursed my lips for a moment and exhaled, dropping into the chair beside her.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Blaine" butterflies reemerged in the pit of my stomach. I paused for a moment, unsure of how to respond. What did she mean by that? So much could come from just one statement like this. I looked into her eyes. Beautiful hazel eyes. They reminded me of... yeah. That was unfortunate. They really did resemble his.

"You keep getting spacey. It's kind of funny"
She kept making me get lost, but how could I not?

"Sorry, you have that effect on people" I tried to bring a little laughter into the way I said it, but I was too focused on her eyes.

"I should probably get going" she look at the time on her phone, "I have work in an hour. Thank you. For everything" with a quick kiss, she was gone before I could say goodbye. I'll miss you Chloe, see you soon.

-

The rest of my day was fine- not good nor bad. Chloe gave me a lot to think about. It was going to be really hard to continue on with my plan to move on when her eyes were like that.

I talked everything out with Natasha- rather her grave- and let myself spill how I was truly feeling. I was used to lying about it, however there was no point. It wasn't like she would tell me I was being stupid. I had to figure it out on my own.

Today, the gravesite looked different. I couldn't figure out why. I just look around until I realized that the headstone next to Natasha's was not there. I couldn't conceive any possible reason as to why.
I looked around a bit more until I finally settled next to her, switching out the old flowers with the new ones I'd brought.

"Hey Tasha, it's me again" I allowed a silence to follow like I was waiting for a reply. Obviously nothing happened, but I wished at least maybe some sort of sign would appear for me. "Anyways, remember Chloe? I told you about her. We went on another date and she spent the night at my place. Nothing happened, we only talked. But it was good"
I exhaled before I admitted the things I really needed to say. I was afraid that once I said them, my worst fears would come true.

"What if she finds out about him? Is it going to scare her away? Because I think... I think I really like her and..." my sentence trailed off and I squeezed my eyes shut, holding in a breath to calm down.
Just then, a light breeze blew through the area, and took moved some of the flower petals. One in particular broke off from its stem and landed on me. That was the sign I was looking for. That was what let me know that everything would be okay.