"I... I am from the 3rd street of Havana"
The wind blew stronger. Our hair swaying with the breeze. With some squeaks.
"What?" He said.
"3rd street of Havana" I slightly louder my voice for him to hear me against this strong wind that is still bothering our conversation.
"3rd street of what? I can't hear you" he shouts.
What the hell.
I opened my mouth once more, filling my shoulders with hope that he will finally hear me. But when I spoke, no sounds left mine. I tried to shout again, but still, no words came out. I really need his help. I want to go home.
Later on, the strong wind that is covering us became stronger. An unfamiliar force starts to pull me far away from him. I fought that force and trying to grab ahold of his hand. But the force is much stronger and powerful than my strength.
"NOOOOO! NOOOO! NO!"
"Jenna wake up! Wake up!"
That's when my eyes opened, tears still driving down my cheeks.
I can't breathe.
"I c-can't b-breathe" I'm still crying. Fighting so hard to gain back my breathing properly by clutching my chest more.
"Jenna... Jenna look at me. Look at me please" He starts to calm me from my hysterical state and putting both of his hands on the side of my face.
"Breathe in. Breathe out okay? You can do this. I believe in you" he then placed a soft kiss on my forehead and it surprisingly calms me a bit.
I do what he suggested for me to do. He didn't let go of my hand in the process, not even breaking his eye contact from me.
Joel's POV
I still can't believe that this girl that I used to love—well still I'm in love with is now here at my house. Never I have imagined that this day will come, considering that I thought I'll never see her again.
She is now eating at the breakfast table. Her hair covering her beautiful face. God I still love this girl.
The way I saw her crying yesterday from the loneliest area of the city breaks my heart, really. I saw the pain in her actions as she breakdown. The way she hugged me so tight just to be able to not fall on her knees. Up to until this morning, where she fought against herself. The nightmare hunted her so bad, leaving her breathless and weak.
God how I wish for her problems to be just mine? I can't bear to see her in so much pain. And it hurts me more that I don't even have a clue when where or who that came from. All we know is that she is in great pain.
It is true when I told her that I still love her. I never stopped loving her. Even if she picked Erick over me.
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Fanfic"Fuck you Jenna!" He angrily spit it to me. I never thought those words can even hurt me deep down but hell now it is torturing me so much. Shattered vases and frames are covering the floor after he throws it all in the wall. Tears starts to flow do...
