Help Me Believe

Us

He leans forward and rests his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his palms whilst he lets out a groan. I don't blame him, he'd probably want to know why I have been drinking a lot lately, or drinking at all, and I know it's wrong, but I don't know how else to deal with this.

The fact that Taye made me feel bad about eating anything like this. The fact that he always started a fight whenever we would sit around the table. He made me feel horrible about myself... and Clyde... he doesn't at all. Clyde is nothing like Taye, but I'm still scared, traumatized. Will I ever move on and forgive myself? I don't know.

"Daisy, if it's about last night... I swear, it wasn't my attention too..."

"No. It's not that..."

"-then tell me, please." I stay silent, biting my bottom lip nervously. My heart drop, he's probably wondering why I'm stalling so long. "Look, if you want to talk about it, you can, but I don't want to push you, alright? If I did, it wouldn't be fair for either of us." He sighs, and reaches for my hands.

His warmth tickles through my skin.

There's silence again and I look away from him again, staring at the ground instead of him. "Daisy." I look at him, wondering why he keeps going on this time. "If you ever feel better and you're ready to talk about it... I'm always here. Right now, I think we need to sleep."

I nod whilst following him to the kitchen with the dishes in hand. He smiles as I hand him mine. He leads me to my room. "If you need anything. Just call." I nod. Watching him walk to his room. I undress quickly and dress into one of my oversize t-shirts, and crawl under the blanket for warmth.

"Clyde..." His footsteps echo toward my room. "Yes, butterfly." "I don't want to be alone." He sighs softly, and carefully step inside, toward my bed. He tugs me in, smiling. "It's okay Dais. You'll be fine." He smiles and softly kisses my temple.

"Whatever happens, you know how to reach me, Daisy. I'll always be here. You have nothing to fear." "I know... I-I just don't want to be alone. Tonight." His head wobbles and he climb in under the blanket. He shifts his arm underneath my torso and shifts me up, and pulls me slightly upward, resting his chin in my neck. Squeezing me tighter every five seconds.

"I might need a bucket." He growls, taking his stand and disappearing out the door. "You need a shower, Daisy." I laugh, shifting under the warmth of the blanket more. He returns and take his place next to me again. "You're not going to sleep with me here." I chuckle. "It's possible."

He starts talking about his journeys... and my eyes droop close.

"I love you, Clyde. Thank you."

"Anything for you, sunshine. Now don't interrupt me." I laugh, closing my eyes again... hearing his words in a distant.