Chapter 9
Mika's POV
I sat up and stared at him. There he lay looking broken while I am sitting here unable to do anything to help him. How could I possibly know what he is going through? The worst of my troubles was my parents dying when I was ten. His father died leaving him with a mother who did not want anything to do with him. That is worse than your parents dying a thousand deaths right before your eyes.
His beautifully pained eyes were glistening and puffy. I held his face in my hands and kissed his forehead, "You already know what it's like." I mumbled against his forehead.
He took my hands from his face and in his and stared at me with question in his eyes. "You have me and my mom. We can be your family." I was not hurt that he did not think of it, instead, I was slightly glad that I could tell him myself. I could tell he needs direct confirmation from me that there are people who love him.
"It's okay if you cry you know. I won't stop you." I knew he knew was holding it back just because he let go in the kitchen, and that was just because I was near death. This time should be for him. He needs liberation for himself.
A single tear escaped his gorgeous eye and down into his raven mane. He closed his eyes and threw his arm over his face, blocking my view from him. His breathing was labored and forced. I did not stop him. Who am I to tell someone how to grieve? I rubbed his arm and sighed. "It will be okay." I whispered.
"How do you know?" His voice was thick with tears.
I tried to hold back my own. "I just do." I hoped he believed me.
He uncovered his face to reveal a wet arm and red face, "I don't understand why this happened: to my dad, to you, to me. I want to know why. I hate not knowing." He struggled to keep the tears back. I did not know what to say.
I shifted the both of us so that my legs were stretched across the king sized bed and his head rested in my lap with his eyes closed. I ran my fingers through his hair and messaged his scalp to release some of the tension that stiffened his body. His breathing came a little easier. His relaxation did not last for long because the tears poured out of his eyes and they would not stop. His eyes were fused tight and he continued to mourn. His entire body shook with an ignored pain that ate at his being. His sobs grew louder as the tortured memories continued to flood his mind. He covered his face with his hands and I changed our position once more so that I too was on my back and his head lay on my breast and his legs were tangled in mine. I kissed his head and rubbed his back.
"It will be okay." I whispered to him. I honestly did not know if I believed that myself.