Stranger

IX.

-ROSIE-

I sighed for the nth time tonight, staring at the ceiling of the small dark room, Bella and I were sharing. The full moon, brightly illuminating the room and Bella's face. I was lying on my back while the girl inches away from me was on her side, facing me and snoring slightly.

It was hard not to keep on looking at her, but calming my heartbeat after hours since we've kissed, is far harder than anything else. I can feel it drumming loudly, wanting to get out of my chest. I can also feel the rush of blood into my brain, making me feel lightheaded.

I looked back at the sleeping Bella beside me and I can't help but want to kiss her again, I really hope she was aware of what we did earlier.

But then what?

One of the reasons why I can't sleep aside from the fact that the girl whom I've been crushing on for weeks now, kissed me, is the fact that I keep on thinking of her. No, it wasn't just about the kiss, but it was the aftermath after that.

How am I supposed to act around her? What are we now? Does that mean she likes me? Those thoughts kept on fucking up my mind. It was consuming my thoughts, and won't let me get a wink of sleep.

This is torture.

I inhaled deeply and froze when I felt Bella's arm slowly wrapping around my stomach, she scooted closer and placed her face on the crook of my neck.

"Hmm..." She hummed, still scooting impossibly closer to my body.

Perhaps it was the cold night that made her shiver, her body was slightly trembling, and although we have two blankets, they were too thin to keep us warm.

Body heat.

I did what I have to do and scooped her head, laying it gently on my arms. My body faced her and I pulled her closer to me, letting her arm rest around my waist while my arms draped over back, kissing the top of her head while inhaling her scent.

Rubbing small circles on her back made her sigh and lean more towards me, I found myself smiling as I stare at her sleep.

Serenity.

She looked so serene when sleeping, like a baby or a toddler peacefully tucked in bed. As I was looking at her, I suddenly remember that one particular song of Mayday Parade. The lyrics, suits our set-up and what I feel.

Please play: Mayday Parade - I swear this time I mean it.

Oh, Verona, please be still tonight

Don't disturb this love of mine

Look how she's so serene

You've gotta help me out

And count the stars to form the lines

And find the words we'll sing in time

I wanna keep her dreaming

It's my one wish

I won't forget this

I purposely changed the lyrics to Verona as I started singing her to sleep, although I know she's deeply asleep already.

I was never confident with my voice, even though some very few people who heard me sing said I have a good voice. But I love singing, and I have never sung for someone before.

Always told myself that for someone to elicit that passion in me to sing for them, must make them so important in my life.

And I've never had someone so important, not even my family. I don't know the exact reason why, but I just feel too much right now, that the only thing I can do is sing for her.