The Emancipation of Tune | Volume 2 |

8th Note: Keep You Mine

We gotta slow slow slow down. ~ NOTD, Shy Martin

Gabriel Montessoro

"Montessoro?" I felt her set her hand on my arm, giving it a squeeze. The way she spoke my name was full of uncertainty.

"Yes?" I looked at her for a second before focusing on the road ahead. I was driving her to work before I go to my own company. She was silent the whole time and I could feel the tension in the air. The way she kept me hanging made me nervous. Was there something wrong? I knew something was up when she didn't talk much when we were having breakfast. As if she was bothered by something. Was it me? Was it us? Was she having doubts again? Coz if she got doubts, I'll prove to her again and again until she can believe in herself that we're good. That everything is fine...

"You're not going to do something that's gonna hurt you, right?" Her voice wavered.

"What do you mean?"

"Uhm... Forget it. It's nothing." I felt her let me go and I quickly caught her hand, intertwining mine with hers.

"Cara? What is it? Tell me. Whatever you are thinking, it must be important." She sighed and looked down on her lap.

"Let's talk at the parking lot. It's safer." She suggested and I gave her a side glance before letting her hand go.

"Fine." And I sped away wanting to reach her building faster.

"Now that we're here, care to tell me what's wrong, love?" I asked once again the moment I parked the car. She still looked indecisive and the way she fiddled her fingers told me she's thinking deeply.

"Baby? Please talk to me." I placed my hand over hers and she stopped fiddling. She blew out a breath and looked straight into my eyes with worry in those brown orbs.

"I'm worried, Montessoro." She spoke in a small voice as if she was afraid of something. Was she afraid of me? Thinking about her, I asked her calmly about it.

"Of what?"

"Of you." She only replied before she linked our hands. She held me as if I was going to be taken away and it concerned me too. What was she thinking?

"Why are you worried about me, Cara? You know I'm capable of taking care of myself."

"I know. I know. It's just that... I don't know... I don't know how to explain this... I know you more than anyone. You are impulsive like me. That's one thing we have in common and it scares me. It scares me that one day, you'll be gone by my side and I'll find out you're searching for danger. I-I don't want to lose you." Her voice cracked and it broke my heart that she was carrying that in her mind for an hour now. She could have told me in her home.

"Oh. Baby. Don't...." I sighed, my conscience eating me away for not telling her that I started to look for that Tom again. We have met before. I'm going to meet him again. Soon.

"Come here." I said, unbuckling her seatbelt and then mine so we could get closer. I cupped her face and gently pulled her close.

"Don't you worry, love. I promise. I won't ever get hurt. Just know that whatever I do, I do it because I love you. I won't go to some place I'm not sure about. I promise you that. I'll be safe and I'll make damn sure that you are safe." A tear slipped out of her eyes , trailing across her cheek. I kissed it away.

"So you are going to do something dangerous. I won't let you." Her voice dropped and her brows furrowed in anger. Oh shit.

"Cara. Please understand."