Phil fell asleep quite fast when he laid himself down in his comfy double bed. His room was pitch black and silent. Yet, he awoke when he felt a sudden movement. He opened his eyes to stare into the darkness of his room. Something warm was against the side of his face. He reached over to his bedside table and turned on the lamp. With just enough light, he could see Keely snuggled up right alongside him under the blankets. He now saw what was warm against his face. He could feel the soft skin of her cheek touching his. Eyes closed and sleeping, he watched her breathe. It was the most peaceful he had ever seen her in weeks. He reached back over and turned off the lamp. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her even closer then she was. Letting their entire bodies touch. The extra warmth was greatly welcomed. And would always be welcomed. Never turned away. His eyes soon closed once more.
But then, yet again, his mind was being woken by soft whisperings. It shortly became to his realization that those whisperings sounded strongly like his name. His eyes opened again and let them adjust to the lack of light. He turned his head to see Keely gazing at him with her soft blue eyes.
"I'm sorry." She said in barely a whisper.
Phil gawked at her.
"Don't be sorry Keels. You have nothing to be sorry about."
"But I do… and I am." She whispered.
"For what?"
"This…these days. Remember in the very beginning? When all this started. From there, I dragged you along."
"You didn't drag me along Keels. I came running. On my own."
Her eyes stayed still, focusing on his sincere face.
"I can't lay here and not tell you something." She said.
"I lied."
Phil's eyes squinted and his face turned confused.
"You lied?"
Keely must have suddenly realized what she just said and quickly sat up. But she just sat there. Phil sat up next to her.
"You lied? About what?" He asked softly.
Her eyes moved down, staring at the bed. This seemed to be the hardest thing for her say out of all the things she had ever told him.
"You can tell me anything. You know that right?" He whispered.
Her eyes remained down. Phil took his finger and gently stroked her jaw. At last, she looked up into his soothing brown eyes.
"I lied about what I was thinking of."