Part 34~ Almost caught

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As always. Sorry if there are any misspelling and grammatical errors
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Hannah
Shawn had just helped me with my foot and carried me to the bed. We didn't say much to each other, we just enjoyed the silence between us. My head resting on Shawn's shoulder, his lips against my forehead, and his fingers running through my hair.

"I'm sorry Hannah" he broke the silence between us. I pulled away from a little and rested my folded arm on Shawn's chest as support to hold my body up. "It's okay" I stoke away the s-curl from his forehead "No it's not okay Hannah. I should have asked you first, instead of believing what he said" he tugged a piece of hair behind my ear and a tear escaped his eye. "Shawn, it's not your fault" I stoke away the tear with my thumb and continued to crease his cheek.

"This is exactly what he wanted. He wanted us to fight. And I would never leave you" "But you almost did" his glossy eyes met mine "And I would come back and realize that I need you in my life. That you are the one that makes me the happiest girl, you are the one that makes me forget all the bad things around me, all the bad things that have happened in my past. I want you in my life and I need you in my life. So if I would have left I wouldn't be gone for long"

I leaned in and kissed him softly "Are you sure?" he asked when I pulled away. "100 percent" I whispered back and he got a big smile on his lips. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me towards him. "I like you Hannah" "And I like you too" he kissed me softly one more time before we both slowly fell asleep.

I woke up by the cold feeling in the bed. I looked behind me and Shawn wasn't there. I got up and wrapped a robe around me, and it wasn't until then I heard a faint noise on the other side of the door. I opened the door to find Shawn sitting just outside, his legs folded up, elbows resting on top of his knees, and his fingers in his hair. And he was, shaking? Is he okay?

"Shawn?" His eyes shoot up to me, and it wasn't the happy eyes he uses to have when he sees me. I have never seen this side of him. His eyes were glossy and swollen, he didn't look sad. He looks scared. I squatted down in front of him "Is everything okay?" "I- I had a nightmare. I didn't want to wake you" he said while a tear escaped his one eye. "What did you dream about? Us?" he grabs my hand, he probably can see that I'm worried. "No, god no. I am happy to have you in my life. You are everything I wanted" "What did you dream about then?" I stoke away the tear from his cheeks. "You know that you can tell me everything"

"You know that car accident I was in for a few weeks ago?" I nodded, showing him to continue. "Well, since the day I got home from the hospital I have had these nightmares about that moment. And first I could handle it, but day by day it just gets worse. In the beginning, it was me who was in the car. But recently it has been my friends, family and even you. I know it sounds stupid but the dream just scares me so so much. In the dream, the person dies and I try to do everything I can to keep them alive. But they always die in my arms" Shawn's voice was shaky and more tears rolled down his face. It felt like I got a hole in my heart when I saw him like this. This is not like him at all.

"Will you stay with me? I feel safe with you around me" he look up at me with sad eyes, so sincere that they break my heart. "Of course I will. I'm always here for you"

I take a seat beside him on the floor, wrapping my arms around his arm and resting my head on his shoulder and I can feel his head sunk ontop of my head. He then pulled his arm away from my grip and wrapped his arm around my body, pulling me closer if possible. I rested my head in the same height as his collarbone. His other arm sneaking up to my hand and intertwined our fingers.

We sit like that together in silence as Shawn practices his breathing. Each intake raises my body with his expanding chest. It becomes a rhythm. "Have I told you that you are the best?" I looked up at him and shook my head. "What really? Then I should say it more often" he cupped my cheek and looked deep into my eyes "You are the best" he whispered and our lips met.

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