She's dead. That's the only phrase repeating itself in my head. The fact finally registers and I just, break down. I hold her body incredibly close to mine and sob into her. She's dead and she died thinking I hate her, thinking she isn't my friend, thinking she isn't so much more to me.
"I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I should have just taken the bus and none of this would've happened. I shouldn't have argued with you. I should have listened to you. I should have understood............................. I should have told you.............................. I..............................................................love......................................you."
I sob pathetically, still holding her close. Then
"I don't exactly love you yet. But I do really really like you." She says sitting fully on my lap.
"Y-you're alive." I don't think and hug her tightly, practically squeezing the life outta her. On second thought, no I want the life still in her.
"I s-saw you. B-blood, bu-bullet. How?" She gives me a soft smile and cups my face.
"I'm wearing a bullet proof vest and I was carrying a small blood bag on my chest, in case Pierre took the first shot he'd be distracted thinking I was dead so I could attack."
"You collapsed." I'm still not sure if she's real. It all seems too good to be true.
"Mental exhaustion. Seriously gets to me, sometimes I pass out for a while." She explains nuzzling her head into the crook of my neck. Wait if she wasn't dead. Does that mean she heard my confession? The thought sends a deep blush straight to my face, going all the way to my neck and ears.
"Did you happen to..........um............hear anything I might have said?"
"Oh nothing." I breath out a sigh of relief.
"Except your declaration of love."
This time the blush comes and doesn't leave.
"W-what do y-you think o-of it then?" I close my eyes ready for a brutal rejection.
"I said it when I woke up dummy. I don't exactly love you yet. But I do really really like you."
We just stay there in each others embrace enjoying the silence.
"Yanyan." He hums in response.
"You know you need medical attention right?" She shakes me trying to get my attention while I just smile over the fact that she's worried about me. The injuries are starting to really sting though.
"Before we leave can I do something first please?" I ask with wide eyes. She nods giving me permission to do this. I cup her face leaning in to join our lips. I can feel her breath on my lips, my eyes closing along with hers, the anticipation building. Then Adrian barges in and kills the mood.
Kaelynn's POV
"Bitch. I was worried about you being killed and I track you only to walk into you dry humping the guy you came to save." Adrian starts spitting curses in Filipino while separating the both of us. He gently(not really) throws Yanyan on his shoulder.
"Hey! Take it easy I am injured."
I ask what we're gonna do about Pierre's body but Adrian tells me it will be handled. I feel a little twinge of guilt and a bit sickened at killing someone. I mean he was someone's husband, father, friend. Then I look at Yanyan and remember why I did it. The fact is I'd do it again for the one I lo--..........like.
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I call Joseph when we get to the hospital knowing he'd like to see his friend. The doctor says Yanyan's okay, but he has some broken ribs, minor cuts, bruises and some burns. Hearing the doctor list his injuries makes me mad again, and guilty and glad they weren't any worse.
"Yanyan. I was so worried, I'm glad you're okay." Joseph bursts through the hospital room doors running up to Yanyan and engulfing in a tight hug. My Yanseph heart is going crazy.
"Seph. I'm okay, calm down." Yanyan smiles exposing his braces, the sight making something in my chest melt. I shake my head amused at myself. Ian Carl DeJesus what are you doing to me?
