Let me just take a moment to sigh loudly! thank you to all of the readers that have stuck with me through this story, i promise i'm trying to make up for the sad times. This Chapter begins my apology :) Enjoy and let me know what you think! Remember to check out the song choice after each chapter as they influenced the emotions of each chapter greatly.
The clock sped, giving movement back to her body as she turned to face her dad, an apologetic look in her eyes as they met his. Her body blocking him from Emily's approach. She clenched her fist inside of her glove, raising it into the air and releasing a full forced blow. Her glove made hard contact with his jaw sending him stumbling back and nearly knocking him to the ground. The sound of the footsteps behind her coming to an abrupt halt.
"Oh, shit!" She breathed.
"Do you want us to come in?" Hanna asked.
She threw open the car door, climbing out and looking around. The gym that stood before her was large and modern. Grey with steel pillars and sharp lines. She turned back to look at Hanna. Caleb had already begun his climb into the front seat.
"Um, no I need to do this." She assured. They nodded understandingly.
"Okay, we're gonna grab a coffee. But.." she added, pointing her finger directly at her. "call me if you need backup."
She nodded in agreement as she closed the door behind her, turning to face the giant building that looked much more like a prison than a gym. All though, Hanna usually argued that gyms were prisons so it was actually quite fitting.
She wallked towards the large glass doors, struggling to pull them open. The desk inside the door was empty so she began her search, peeking into rooms full of treadmills and glass walls housing private racket ball courts. Her anxiety increasing with each room that didn't reveal Paige. She threw open a heavy metal door towards the back of the building, looking inside quickly and almost missing her completely due to her haste. But she didn't miss her, she did a double-take at the girl standing inside this room. She couldn't see anything but this girl. No surroundings, no detail to the man that stood beside her. Just her. Her brown hair braided into a messy bun, her stance with her arms locked to her sides, the way she shifted her weight from her right foot to her left then back again. Paige.
She threw the heavy door open sending it slamming into the wall. Feeling the vibration it caused through the room but not actually hearing the sound. She couldn't hear anything over the ringing in her ears and now...she couldn't see anything but Paige's dad through the anger that fogged her vision. Her fist clenched as she gained ground. She could see the knowing look in his eyes as he watched her approach. He knew why she was here and something about that made her smile on the inside.
Paige made a sudden sharp movement in front of her, shifting the air around her body and bringing Orange and vanilla to her nose. The scent stopping her in her tracks and starting a tremor through her body that ripped all oxygen from her lungs. Her eyes stung and her vision blurred until she couldn't see anything anymore. Her legs trembled beneath her weight, suddenly struggling to hold her up. The only thing she could focus on was the scent of Paige, and the fire that had appeared suddenly in her hand. It was burning, this heat that licked her fingers like a flame. Her brain couldn't wrap itself around the feeling. Why would there be fire in her hand? And why didn't it hurt?
A few things she was aware of simultaneously. One: Her dad clutching his mouth as he stumbled backwards in shock. Two: Her mom clutching her mouth to keep from laughing. And Three (also the most important.) : The heat of Emily's body standing just a few feet behind her. She kept it that way for the moment...the distance. Afraid to turn and face her just yet. Fear of what she had just done had frozen her in place. And Emily made no movement behind her.
"Damn Paige." He whined, looking at her in amusement as he wiped a streak of blood from his lip. Her mom busted into laughter suddenly, nearly rolling from the bleachers.
"Not quite a softy." She quipped reaching into her bag and tossing a gel ice pack in his direction. "You told her to hit you." She added sarcastically. Her mom's laughter stopped short.
She released the air from her lungs looking at her dad apologetically. But his eyes weren't on her anymore. They stared right past her... to Emily. His eyes changing from amusement to worry, then to panic. She turned quickly to follow his gaze. Her breathe catching in her lungs all over again. The realization as to why her dad suddenly looked so panicked crashed straight through her in terrifying vibrations. 'Em...'
Emily was there, three feet behind her. Her eyes glazed and distant. Lost completely to everything around her. Her fists clenched at her sides and her body trembling uncontrollably. Emily was falling apart before her eyes. She looked back to her dad, who just nodded.
Instinct pushed her body into motion, grabbing Emily's hand and pulling her towards the locker room. The heat of her fingers electrified her body. Just the contact forced tears from her eyes as she led Emily in the right direction. Hot moisture burned her cheeks but she didn't stop, even though the shaking in Emily's hand was increasing with each step, she willed herself not to turn around...not yet. Her need to protect Emily was the only thing on her mind. Everything that Paige wanted, everything that she needed in that moment would have to wait. Emily came first.
She led her into the dark back corner of the locker room, where a row of showers stood. Throwing each curtain open as she passed and turning the water straight to hot. She didn't stop until she had flipped on every single one and by that point the air around them had filled with a steamy fog. Emily had done this once for her.
Then she turned, letting her eyes fall heavily on Emily. The fast rising and falling of her chest. The tears streaking her cheeks and her eyes wandering blankly at her surroundings. She wanted Emily to look at her. She needed it. Emily was here, standing before her, but at the same time...she wasn't here, not really.
Suddenly the extent of which Emily had suffered became clear. A sickening reality before her eyes at just how much Emily was hurt by her absence. It was easy to see in the dark lines under her eyes and the tears falling down her face. It was easy to see how utterly terrified she was right now. She held her hand gently, applying a small amount of pressure...just waiting for her breathing to return to normal.
As the steam reached Emily's lungs her body slowly relaxed before her. Her fingers unclenching against her own. She moved her free hand up, softly touching her cheek. Emily's eyes snapped to hers. She watched them dilate as she finally began to focus on what was right in front of her.
Paige.
She moved quickly, grabbing Paige's face and crashing their lips together with a force that knocked the air from her chest. Paige gasped beneath her lips as she pushed her body back against the cold tile beside the shower stall. She couldn't remember getting here and had no recollection of how the air around them had become so hot and humid. All she remembered was the flame in her hand. That same flame that now licked her lips. Paige was here...now.
She pressed her weight into Paige, pinning her tightly against the wall. The tears that streaked her cheeks mixed with her own. Paige parted her shaking lips eagerly, moaning softly as their tongues met in the middle. A familiar ecstasy moving across her mouth as the sweetness spread.
Paige snaked her hand down to her waist, pulling her closer, if that was even possible. She knew the tile behind Paige's head was already causing her pain because she could feel her wincing under her lips.
She pulled away, breaking from the kiss and taking a deliberate step back. They struggled to breathe as their eyes met. Paige leaned heavily into the tile for support. Her blue t-shirt, clung tight and damp against her skin, inched up enough to expose a patch of her creamy skin on her stomach. Her white shorts were...God!
She turned her back to Paige, taking a moment to clear her head, but the sound of movement behind her brought her back in panic. Hoping to see Paige and half expecting her to have disappeared...again. But she was there, watching her carefully as she slowly inched her body closer. She reached, absent-mindedly wiping a tear that had fallen from Paige's face. Leaning in and letting their foreheads rest together.
"I'm sorry." Emily whispered. "I know you told me to trust you and I do. But I just couldn't..."
Emily had nothing to be sorry for. She knew everything that she had been through in the last few days had been her fault. She could have spared her of this, she could have told her dad to take her home, she could have fought harder. She chose to try to make things better for everyone involved but the cost had been too high. She had hurt Emily, possibly beyond repair and for what? A chance to have a better relationship with her family? None of that was as important as Emily. Emily is everything.
She squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her jaw until her teeth screamed at her.
"I did this." She whispered. "I hurt you, not my dad. I could have come back, I could have saved you from this but I didn't. I wanted to fix things with my folks so that I would be better for you, because you deserve that. You deserve better. I chose to go. That decision was mine and I'm sorry because all it did was hurt you."
Emily pulled away from her, looking at her in shock and disgust. A look that forced her to recoil and step back. It hurt but she accepted it. Emily was angry with her and she should be.
"Don't do that!" She snapped. "Don't take responsibility for this. I was too selfish and weak to be away from you. You shouldn't have had to tell me any of this, I should have trusted you and believed in us enough to let you do what you needed to do, but I wasn't. I fell apart, okay? I fell, quite literally to the ground in pieces because I couldn't trust you enough. I just thought of Maya, leaving me and that hurt enough already, but you...I couldn't trust you enough to come back. And my insecurities are not your fault." Paige stumbled back against the tile at the venom in her words. Her mouth open and at a loss. Confused and dazed by everything she was hearing.
Emily gasped, resting her hands on her knees as the onslaught of tears tore through her. She knew the truth. Paige had done nothing wrong. She wanted a better relationship with her family and here she was, storming into the middle, fists flailing and throwing a tantrum like a child. Demanding what she wanted when she wanted it. God, it was a miracle Paige was even standing here listening to this. She should hate her. She should have left her standing here alone. She should have gone so much further than Scranton.
Hands grabbed her arms, locking them to her sides...Paige, slamming her back hard against a locker. It didn't surprise her, in fact she had expected it. Paige had every right to be angry. She didn't know what was coming, a slap or a stream of profanity..but whatever it was, she would accept it without a fight. All of her fight was gone now. Completely drained from her body. She had said all she could say and nothing else mattered.
Paige cradled her head in her hand carefully as Emily hit the locker. She studied her eyes carefully. They were defeated and lost. A fire smouldering under the surface, but just barely. She traced her finger lightly over her cheek.
"I told you the only thing that can keep me away from you, is you." She whispered "But please don't..." She was pleading now.
"But..." Emily tried to protest.
She leaned in slowly, stopping just a breath away from Emily's lips. re-memorizing the way the light flickered back across her eyes as she inched closer. She tilted her head, kissing lightly to the corner of her mouth, then her jaw-line...her neck. The same way she had on Emily's porch Saturday night. Proving to Emily again that nothing could keep her away.
Her body trembled under Paige's lips, burying her face into her hair as she planted a kiss on her neck. Breathing deeply. She felt her pulse quicken as Paige's breath brushed her neck and then her lips were back, pressing soundly to hers. Warm and soft. The most tender kiss they had shared, just caring and tentative.
Paige cupped her cheeks carefully in both hands, sucking lightly on her bottom lip then pulling away and repeating the process on her top lip. Paige was waiting, not pressing deeper for some reason. Those careful kisses edged in sharp caution and the moment that she realized why, she broke away from Paige's mouth. Paige was scared, and waiting for an answer. Being apart had hurt her just as much, maybe even more.
She brought her hands up between them, pressing firmly against Paige's stomach and pushing her back enough so she could see her eyes clearly. Paige nodded solemnly, disheartened and immediately accepting the worst. That was the Paige she knew. The one thought fought with herself and doubted herself because that's what she had turned her into.
Part of her wondered of that would ever change. If they would ever be able to feel worthy of each other or if they would always doubt the others feelings and intentions. It had to change. There was no way around it. They wouldn't survive the alternative, they'd only tear each other apart until it became impossible to find all of the scattered pieces on the ground.
She wanted Paige to have the best of everything, the best of her family and the best of her. But more than anything she wanted Paige to end this war against herself. So she did the only thing she could think of in that moment. She turned and left her standing alone in the hot fog of the locker room.
She sunk to the floor weakly as Emily walked away, letting her head fall back against the tile wall. She waited for the tears to fall but they didn't. Despair had stripped her body of every feeling and emotion. Somehow this was everything she deserved and there were only two options. Either Emily was angry with herself as she had said, or she was angry with her. The latter seemed the most likely and quite honestly both of those options were connected. She really had hurt Emily beyond repair and she was to blame for both of those things and so much more. She stood to her feet and smashed her fist into the metal locker, sending a sharp pain through her arm. At least she was feeling something. She flexed her fingers cautiously. Nothing seemed broken or even sprained. What a shame. She punched it into the locker again.
"Fuck!" She cried. Okay,bad idea.
She rubbed her hand carefully, shaking it out. What the hell was she doing? She hadn't changed. She was still here throwing fits like a child while Emily walked away from her. No, there's no way she was going to let that happen. They hadn't gone through all of this just to end now. As much as she knew this was her fault, she owned it. It was her job to fix it. She sprinted to the door, trying to calculate how far Emily could have already gone.
Emily pushed through the locker room door just as she heard a crash of metal behind her. She flinched at the noise but didn't stop. She pulled her phone quickly from her pocket, sending Hanna a text message, then set her eyes ahead as she walked straight towards Mr. McCullers. He sat next to Paige's mom on the bleachers, clutching an ice pack to his chin while she patted him encouragingly on his back in mock comfort. She was laughing lightly. He stood as she approached, his face soft and ready. Emily stopped a few feet away, staring at him directly even though it was difficult. Her nerves were a bundle of knots in her stomach but nothing could have stopped her from this.
"Emily..." He started. She flinched at his voice, holding her hand up to stop him.
"Please...just let me talk." Her insides were shaking but she kept her voice strong and neutral. "I understand that you don't know anything about me, I get that, but please know this..." He nodded at her before she continued. "I love your daughter. And there's no amount of distance that could keep me from finding her. I'm hoping today proved that to you but if not... then feel free to take her further and just try me. But I'm really hoping that we both love her enough to not make her choose." Her voice was desperate and pleading now. "Because, I know what she'd choose, but I also know how important it is for her to have both." She couldn't risk losing Paige again. He smiled lightly, nodding his head in agreement.
"Who would she choose?" He asked. The question was a trap. Purely rhetorical.
"I..." She swallowed hard, trying to form an answer in her head. Her resolve began to crack under his gaze. She didn't have an answer to that, not really anyways because she hadn't thought of one. It was just a bluff that she was relying heavily on. All she had was hope. She tried to speak but he cut her off.
"Please don't doubt yourself Emily." He said softly. "Paige would always choose you." He held out the pair of boxing gloves in her direction. A smile played at her lips as she took the gloves into her hands.
"Can you promise me something?" He asked. She nodded curiously. "Can you promise not to go easy on me like Paige did?" He grinned, picking up the focus pads from the floor. She nodded again slipping her hands into the gloves and clenching her fist.
She pushed her body through the door, breaking out into the gym. She was ready to go on a full-fledged man hunt to find Emily. Ready and willing to do anything and everything that it took to make this right. But she hadn't been ready for this. She had expected to have to look much further.
She tucked her hands into the pockets of her cotton shorts, ducking her head slightly as she made a slow trek over the where her mom was sitting. Her eyes never leaving Emily's body, and the smile that was on her face. She slipped silently beside her mom, pulling her hands from her pockets. Her mom turned to smile at her but her eyes were still fixed on the girl 10 feet away. The way she thrust her fists hard into the focus pads. The way she was laughing as her she sent her dad stumbling back. He laughed too, smacking the pads together to encourage her.
"Those gloves don't work very good." Her mom said. She broke her eyes away from Emily to look at her mom.
" huh?" She asked confused. Her mom gestured her head to Paige's lap, and following her gaze she understood quickly what she was referring to. Paige covered her right hand subconsciously. Her knuckles were swollen and red.
"um, yeah..I guess not." She said flatly, tucking her hands between her knees. Her mom reached into her bag and pulled out another ice pack.
"Were you expecting me to get hurt?" She laughed. Her mom shook her head.
"Oh no, just your dad." She said, grabbing her swollen hand and holding the ice to her skin gently. "I have three more of these." She stated proudly. "But watching Emily...I think I should have brought more." Paige laughed again. She couldn't argue that.
"Yea she's strong." Paige mumbled, mentally adding other words to that list in her head. Brave, beautiful, smart, funny, incredible.
"You are too you know." Her mom stared at her wisely. "You're all of those things too." She stared back at her for a moment in awe before turning her eyes back to Emily. Emily caught her eye for a brief moment and smiled. Her eyes still said everything. I love you. I need you. Don't leave me. Her breath caught in her throat.
"Breathe Paige." Her mom whispered, nudging her shoulder playfully. She flushed as she released the air from her lungs.
The sound of the metal gym door swinging open caught her attention. Well, that high-pitched squeal coming from Hanna's mouth.
"Paaaaaaige!" She screamed excitedly, making her way to the bleachers where she sat. Caleb followed awkwardly behind, clicking away on his cell phone. He was using his ears to follow Hanna, not his eyes. Just follow the screams.
She dropped her hands to her sides to catch her breath and he looked happy for the break.
"Feeling better?" He asked. She smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, you?" She asked, pulling the gloves from her hands.
"It'll hurt more tomorrow." He laughed, taking the gloves as she handed them to him. She nodded approvingly.
"Good." She shot with a playful smile before turning on her heels to join the group. She was halfway there when Mr. McCullers called out to her.
"Emily!" he said, tossing something towards her. She turned, catching cotton in her hand and looking at him curiously. He just smiled and went back to packing up his duffel bag.
She walked slowly to the bleachers where Paige sat. Her mom was talking excitedly to Caleb and Hanna was chatting away in Paige's ear. She didn't seem to be listening. Her eyes were only fixed on her.
"You mean you can get me free minutes?" Mrs. McCullers asked skeptically.
"Yeah, give me your phone." Caleb replied, beaming proudly. She pushed it towards him with a grin on her face, and he went to work.
Emily sat down beside her, unraveling the fabric in her hands. Royal blue, with a white anchor on the bottom corner. She turned it over carefully. Her breath catching as she watched Emily take in the 'McCullers' across the back. She looked to her dad, but he just smiled at her and nodded. She could fell the burn starting behind her eyes but she held it in, smiling back at him weakly. He had made a t-shirt for Emily too. She tried to study Emily's face but she couldn't read her in that moment. Her face was lost in different emotions. But she moved, pulling her Sharks hoodie over her head. She shivered as the air hit her bare arms, exposed from the tank top she wore. She shifted the blue cotton in her hands and pulled it on over her head. It fit her body perfectly, made just for her. Emily turned to face her, eyes bright and happy.
"Em..." She started.
"Paige, just welcome me to the family already! Cuz I'm not going anywhere." Emily beamed.
"Yeah well, this is one messed up family." She joked. Emily laughed nudging into her shoulder.
Hearing her laugh through a phone line was nothing compared to the real thing. She vibrated the air around her ears sending goosebumps down her spine. The beauty of this moment engrained itself in her mind. Emily, pink-cheeked and smiling. No trace of the tears she had seen and heard so much in the past three days. It was like Emily had been here all along.
"Well, we're gonna go grab some dinner." Her dad said as he approached, swinging his bag over his shoulder. Her mom pounded Caleb's fist awkwardly as he handed back her phone. She grinned and stood up, joining her dad as he walked towards the door. Paige jumped up from beside Emily and followed after them automatically, but he turned to her quickly, just out of earshot from everyone else.
"We'll be home tomorrow." He smiled, hugging her for just a moment then turning away to follow her mom out the door.
"B..but..." She started.
"See you there, Paige!" He added as he walked away leaving her standing alone in the middle of the gym floor. She smiled to herself. Her whole body smiled. Her heart quickened as she felt the familiar heat behind her body. Familiar breath on the back of her neck as Emily's arms slinked around her waist, pulling her close.
"Do you guys have room for one more?" She whispered. Emily turned her around to face her.
"Really?" She asked. Her heart fluttered at the closeness in Emily's brown eyes and the hope that she saw there. She moved slowly, resting her hand behind Emily's ear then sliding it slowly down her neck, stopping just below her collar-bone. Relishing the strong steady beats beneath her fingers. She counted them for a moment, before she moved her hand back up to her neck, pressing her lips hungrily to Emily's.
Emily smiled beneath her lips and she couldn't help but smile too.
She sighed softly as Paige memorized her heartbeat, and when their lips found each other the emptiness and pain that had consumed her were gone. No pinch in her chest, no trace of the empty holes in her body. Like they had never existed in the first place. Her life line wasn't in her hand anymore, she was safe in her arms and throughout her entire body. Holding tightly to her, strong and steady. She was filling her nose with her scent and her mouth with her taste. Paige was coming home.
They broke apart as they heard Hanna 'awe' behind them. Caleb elbowed her.
"What? They're cute." She rolled her eyes at him.
She pressed a kiss to Emily's forehead and stepped back smiling, pulling Emily's pink phone from her pocket and placing it in her hand.
"I like your password." She beamed, turning away and walking to the bleachers to grab her duffel bag. Emily's cheeks flushed crimson as she followed.
The car ride home was quiet and dark with just the low hum of the radio and the light from the dash-board. Caleb was driving, and Hanna had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. She raked her fingers lightly through Emily's hair as she lay sleeping in her lap. Her legs stretched across the backseat and her face buried into her stomach, breathing slow and deep. She had her arm wrapped tightly behind Paige's back and every few minutes she would tighten her grip, just making sure that she hadn't disappeared.
"Thank you." she said softly, clicking the phone off and placing it carefully on seat beside her.
She hunched over wrapping both arms protectively over Emily's shoulders, leaning down and kissing her hair and staying there. She had fallen asleep within minutes of leaving Scranton. She hadn't known if Emily had called her mom yet but she figured she should take that upon herself. It was just after 11 now and a school night, so she had to call to let her mom know that Emily was safe and almost home. She had insisted that Paige stay the night, not hearing her at all when she said she would be fine at home alone. There was no doubt as to where Emily's strength came from, or her stubbornness.
Emily stirred as Caleb pulled into the driveway, yawning a mumble of unrecognizable words that somehow sleepy Hanna seemed to fully understand. She nodded mumbling something back. Paige whispered a thank you to them both before climbing out of the car and following her to the door. She was pulling her duffel bag over her shoulder, when Emily turned on her.
"You called my mom didn't you?" She asked accusingly. Paige shrugged innocently.
"Someone had to." She said. Emily glared at her in mock betrayal.
"You know she put a tracking device on my phone right?"
"Hey, I'm not getting in the middle of that. Besides...it made it easy for you to find me" Paige put her hands up in surrender. Emily just laughed.
"I guess that what I get for coming to your rescue." She joked.
"Hey, I punched my dad so you could always try that technique on her." Emily wrinkled her nose and smiled as she pushed the door open.
Her mom was there waiting, flustered and ready for answers. But Emily gave her a pleading look, forcing her to back down.
She turned, planting a soft kiss on Paige's cheek, then she moved up the stairs, speaking over her shoulder.
"If you track my phone tomorrow, I'll be sleeping in my bed...so don't be surprised." She said flatly. There was an awkward silence until they heard Emily close her bedroom door.
"Mrs. Fields...I'm sorry." She whispered softly. This was entirely her fault, and the last thing she wanted to do was put Emily at odds with her mom.
"Paige, when you called me Saturday night, do you remember what you told me?" she asked sharply.
"Yes.." Paige nodded lightly, swallowing the lump in her throat
"You told me that you love my daughter. I almost lost Emily because I didn't respect her love for Maya. After that she never trusted me enough to come to me when she needed help. She lost that when she lost Maya. You gave her back to me. I'm here for you just the same, because I know where your heart is. You're welcome here anytime." She smiled sweetly, then wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Paige hugged her back. Everything in her life was falling into place.
Emily's mom pulled away and studied her face.
"Are you okay, Paige? And I mean really okay?" She nodded without hesitation because the truth was, she was finally okay. Her mom smiled in relief then turned for the stairs. She moved automatically to the living room couch where she had slept before, her body exhausted and weak.
"Um, Paige?" Mrs. Fields called behind her. She turned to see her frozen still on the first step. "I think you both have spent enough time apart for now, don't you?" With that she turned and disappeared upstairs.
Her heart beat quickened as she opened Emily's door, slipping quietly inside. The room was dark except for the light from the window shining across the bed. She could just make out the shape of her body laying under the lavender quilt. She approached slowly as her eyes adjusted, trying not to disturb her. She didn't know where to sleep. The window bench maybe, or the floor. She hadn't actually slept in her bed before.
"I was waiting for my mom to go to sleep before sneaking down." Emily whispered in the darkness.
"Well, she sent me up here."
Emily shifted, sitting up in bed and outstretched her arm towards her. She walked to her as Emily pulled back the quilt and scooted over to make room. She was still wearing her cotton shorts and t-shirt and she could see that Emily was still wearing her McCullers shirt too. She climbed in beside her and wrapped her arms tightly around her waist, pulling her against her body. Lavender enveloped her nose as she stared into her dark eyes. Her soft legs bare against her own. Emily's breathing was soft and deep. She leaned in to whisper in Emily's ear and as she pressed her lips to her earlobe, her breathing stopped all together.
"You know...my name looks really good on you." She breathed.
She shivered under Paige's words... and the meaning behind them. Choking silently on the air around her. She pulled back to look into her eyes again. Weighing the depths of every emotion she found there. The love in her eyes made her feel strong and brave and those where the things she hadn't been feeling in her absence.
"I know." She whispered. Paige studied her carefully now.
She had never been able to read Emily's eyes so clearly until now. Even in the darkness she could see it all so perfectly. Emily understood her meaning and returned every feeling without the need to explain. Without the need for words and without fear for where they were going, because they were going there together. This 'I know' wasn't just for comfort or simply to appease. This 'I know' wasn't a lie. It was love and truth, and this 'I know'... meant everything.
She kissed her softly, then slid down lower, tucking her head under her chin and breathing her in. Her body relaxing and melting into her as Paige repeated steady strokes through her hair. She felt whole again. Safe and home, and these walls had nothing to do with it. She was home with Paige. And so, sleep found her quickly.
"Feels Like Home" CHANTAL KREVIAZUK (I do not own these lyrics)
Something in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms
There's something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life
If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
A window breaks, down a long, dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light
Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I'd love anyone so much
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong