Isabella
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said to him, and immediately he pulled me in for a kiss, and kissed me in such a way I felt all of his affection and I could tell how he truly felt about me.
“Thank you,” He said immediately he pulled away and my heart weakened.
“You’re welcome,” I said while he kissed my forehead.
“I’m going to have a quick shower, do you need help organizing?” He asked me and I gave him smile before shaking my head in disapproval.
He left. Immediately he did I sighed heavily. A tear dropped from my eyes, and I grabbed a pillow to reduce the muffling sounds I made.
This man made my heart ached, he had weakened me, he had made me shaken by his confession, his words, his actions, and the assurance in his eyes made me want to live.
“Yes, for Tristan Dominic, I wanted to live, I wanted to breathe, I wanted to be by his side. That was how much effect he had on me. I love him, even though I didn’t say it back to him, I really do, and I wished to get better right now for him, for us,” I cried out, holding the pillows as more tears fell from my eyes.
“I don’t want to die anymore,” I whispered to myself, sniffing in.
Death was the one thing I thought was an escape plan for me. I heard the name way too much for the past months, and I had accepted it, I had come to an understanding with it. I thought that this was the way, the only way, as the universe would have it. I wanted to rest and take a break as I didn’t have the strength to fight or live anymore.
I felt alone in the world, I felt left out, I felt sad even in my happiest moment. It was like somehow I always ended up in a distant curve or circle, far from everything, away from all the fun. There were moments when it felt like I wasn’t living again, it felt like I just existed, and there were times it didn’t even feel like I existed, it felt like I was moving on a circle of routines every day as I had already been programmed to do the same thing every day (wake up, bath, eat, work, go to bed). It was always the same thing all the time. I felt like the background character in a story and wasn’t the main character in my own story. I felt far, like an outcast, I didn’t feel seen at all, I wasn’t noticed either, nor did I pay much attention to myself.
But since him, since Tristan, I felt like I was truly alive. I’ve felt almost every emotion with him that I’ve felt in my entire existence. With Tristan I wasn’t alone, there wasn’t a moment I felt alone and I didn’t want to leave that here. I wanted to live, I needed to live.
“I’m going to live, I must live,” I stated, nodding my head before packing my suitcase. It took just a few minutes before he returned from the shower making me gasp.
“Hey muffin,” he smiled walking into the room. He looked at me with worry and I was grateful to have somehow crossed paths with him when at first, it was just hatred and heart filled with anger I had for him, but now that had changed. There were brighter emotions, care, and even love I felt for him.
“Do you feel better now?” He was still wrapped in a towel when he walked toward me. He placed his hand on my forehead, checking my temperature.
“Your eyes are puffing,” He said and stared at me, but all that time my eyes were fixed on his abs. I was looking at his body like it was the first time I had seen it.
“Muffin,” he moved away from me, and I dreaded it already. He walked to his wardrobe picked out a beige knitted polo and wore black pants with it.
“Yes,” I looked at him.
“Are you better now?” I stare at him and nod my head.
“I’m good,” I said to him, and immediately he climbed the bed.
“I made another order for breakfast, and once more I’m sorry for making you feel like this,” He said and pulled me in for a hug but I pulled away.
“Tristan, it wasn’t your fault. You did nothing wrong at all,” My palms rubbed his face slowly while I stared at him.
“Everything that happened, was just stuff I needed to deal with on my own,” I explain.
“I’m not going anywhere, and you dare not leave me,” I pointed my index finger at him, glaring at him while I chuckled.
“That I can do muffin, I’m not going anywhere,” He said and kissed my cheeks, leaving me stunned for a moment.
“I love you,” He said and kissed the other cheeks again, while I smiled as he pulled me in for a hug.
“I love you too,” I mouthed even though he didn’t know I said it, but it meant a lot to me hearing him say it.
“Is that the order?” I asked him and pulled away.
“Yeah, I think so. I’ll go get it,” He got off the bed and walked away while I looked at the ceiling and sighed.
After that wholesome moment, we ended up staying in bed, having breakfast, and watching a movie. It felt like one of those gloomy days where all you do is stay in bed and just watch a movie.
“So I got breakfast,” He came excited bringing the good into the room. Then immediately I jump down from the bed giving him a little fright.
“Muffin,” He called out confused as I walked towards him.
I was going to do it, I was going to tell him how I felt truly, I was going to wait because of the fear of the unknown. He loves me, and I love him too, so that, I blurted out leaving him shocked.
“I love you too,” I blurted out…