Be Mine

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Lianna's heart is beating so fast. She feels like she is running a marathon. Instead of feeling tired, her adrenaline is still keeping her sane, striking her the reality that she is there, enveloped in Caloy's arms, his forehead on hers, begging for her forgiveness. She can feel how uncertain he is, holding on to her, and yet still being gentle like he is holding a fragile vase. She can hear his sniffles, something that she didn't expect from him. Lianna can't even count how many times he asked for forgiveness, asking for another chance at what they have, and as much as she wants to ignore it, her heart can't. Then she feels his lips on hers, those sweet lips that she missed.

Don't break that wall, Lia.

She already built it. She is stepping away, already trying to protect herself from pain. Trying to save whatever is left because she is scared and anxious with everything that is going on. She wants to let go because that's what her mind is telling her to do so. But again, her heart is looking at the wall that she built. What happens to that?

"I love you, Lia. I still love you and will forever love you."

More tears came out from her. It's been days since she heard those words from Caloy. It's been days since her heart leapt for joy because of those words, and it makes her confused if her feelings are still the same for him. How did it come to this? They were happy and satisfied with what they have. They fit like a glove, their hearts skip a beat at each other's compliment, and get lost in each other's eyes.

You can still have that, Lianna. You can have that back. You can have him back.

She pulls away and looks at his handsome face. She looked into his eyes, trying not to get lost in them once again but she knows she is collapsing because they still give her the same effect each time. She places her hands on his cheek, cupping them, and she felt him lean on one of her hand and his lips reaches for her wrist. A kiss that sends an electric stun to her framework.

"Lia.."

Her mind goes back to where they started. She goes back to the first time that he held his fidgeting fingers, a move to calm her down. To the days where he would just listen and let her rant. To the times where he would just make her laugh until she cries happy tears. To the moments where there are no words needed, but just the comfort of his embrace. To the nights that are just filled with good food and great music, and to the mornings wherein their voices are the primary ones they listen that gives them vitality to form through the day.

All that, Lia. You can have all that again.

She wants, no, scratch that. She needs those back because it made her feel whole again. It made her feel like the luckiest woman by having Caloy in her life. It made her feel proud of herself because someone in her life supports her to be that. He brings out the best in her and she doesn't want that to end because she deserves that.

"Caloy...", she calls him and asks herself on where to begin once again with him. But her heart just asks her to trust and have faith. She looks in his dreamy and hopeful eyes, begging her to have that – trust and faith. To just hold on like what he is doing. To just take another leap of faith and she silently agrees to her heart and smiles within. In her mind, she sees the wall she built and it's now torn down, shattered by the invisible wrecking ball that her heart used to shatter it down.

She pulls him to her and kisses him, making everything feel right once again. Her heart rejoicing to what she just did. She feels him kissing her back, clasping her like their bodies will just be one. She pours her heart and soul into her kisses, making sure that he understands what she feels.

Their kisses are starting to get deeper and more intense. Their tongues are just exploring each other's mouth, their hands discovering each other's skin. The next thing Lianna felt is the soft mattress of the bed. He is still kissing her endlessly and she is getting aroused with every damp of his lips on hers. Their bodies feel hot to the touch and she knows what's going to happen next.