Chapter 7: I belong
Cruz coughed, waking herself up. At least the bleeding had stopped, but it hurt to breathe, to move. She glanced at Bosco who was sleeping in the chair, she loved him so much.
I woke up this
morning
Now I understand
What it means to give your life
To
just one man
Afraid of feeling nothing
No bees or butterflies
My head is full of voices
And my house is full of lies
Cruz gently touched his hand; she remembered last night briefly, she saw his warm eyes staring at her tenderly. She could feel his soft lips on hers, pressing gently. She could taste his sweet lips, warm and tender and she sighed. This would never happen.
This is
home, home
And this is home, home
This is home
She thought back to how he had treated her and nearly changed her mind. He had said he loved her, maybe he really did, maybe he didn't.
I
found your standing there
When I was seventeen
Now I'm
thirty-two
And I can't remember what I'd seen in you
I made a
promise
Said it everyday
Now I'm reading romance novels
And
I'm dreaming of yesterday
Cruz nodded in decision, she loved him, she knew she always had, she had acted stubborn to hide her feelings and it had worked, but in the past few days he couldn't have been putting it on.
I'd
like to see the Riviera
And slowdance underneath the stars
I'd
like to watch the sun come up
In a stranger's arms
He had been there for her, he had stayed in her bed, he had been there for her through chemo and then when the bleeding had started he had been levelheaded, he had helped her stay calm. And then last night, he had said I love you.
I'm going crazy
A little at
a time
And everything I wanted
Is now driving me away
I
woke this morning
To the sound of beating hearts
Mine is full
of questions
And it's tearing yours apart...
She wrapped her small hand around his thick strong one and kissed his finger gently, this was were she belonged, with Bosco.
Sheryl Crow: Home
(A/N) Just wanted to get some feelings out, if it took away from the story tell me and I'll delete them.