Sing
Chapter
Seven
I paused and let that sink in for a
minute.
When he didn't answer me I looked up at him,
"Well?"
He shook his head slightly, "Well what?"
I gulped a mouthful of air. "Aren't you going to run
screaming? Or never want to touch me again?"
My voice was barely above a whisper. He seperated my fingers from
his, and inched away from me on the couch.
I willed the tears back, trying to stay strong. "I get it,
i'm disgusting." I started to stand up.
He pulled me back to him. "Are you serious? You think I
don't want to touch you because of that?"
I yanked my arm from his grip, "You just pulled away from
me. You just moved away from me." I let the
anger
seep into my words. He just shook his head, "I wouldn't
think you would want me to touch you. I-I'm sorry."
He laced his fingers through mine and sat me down on his lap.
He was strong, his arms locked around me, keeping me safe. He
smoothed my hair and it wasn't until he kissed them away did
I realize tears were streaming down my face.
"Y-You don't l-look at me d-differently?" I
hiccuped, praying he could understand me through my snot and
tears.
He grimaced. "Hell no. I knew you were fragile from the
start. And all I've wanted to do since I met you was be there
for you. It's strange, seeing as we don't really know
each other. But already I can tell I care about you more than
anybody else and that is so new to me. But so wonderful." He
brought his face close to mine and pressed our foreheads
together.
"You're amazing. And you deserve to be treated as the
best."
I shut my eyes. "No. I'm not. I'm garbage."
I reluctantly pulled away. I didn't deserve him.
He let me go, but wouldn't stop looking into my eyes.
"Don't do this, Mary."
I started to walk out and he followed me down the steps and just
as I was leaving he grabbed my wrist gently.
"Please, don't." I faced him sadly, "Why? Why
not?"
He looked on the verge of tears,
"Because I think i'm falling for you."
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