A/N: Hey guys! Back with something a whole lot better than the last one, hope you like it!
On Oct. 15 in room 7 of the first dingy motel in phonebook in Levering Michigan between the day and night a curious thing happens. A man falls in love.
It's too late to fall asleep and too early to get up so he lays silently in bed staring at the uneven ceiling of the cramped motel room.
The bed is a little too firm to be super comfortable but it's better than a car, so he relishes every moment. She's lying right beside him, facing towards the wall, blonde hair splayed behind her.
It's tangled and dirty and he hates that this is them right now, In the middle of nowhere Michigan, covered in grime.
She deserves better. She deserves being at home, with her lemon shampoo, and papers spread out in front of her with a warm cup of tea. She deserves peace.
But here she is, right next to him, with tangled hair, exhausted from a day's worth of driving in a dingy motel that didn't even have warm blankets. All because of him. Because she refused to leave him.
Just thinking about the argument makes him mad, she didn't have to come with him! He told her to stay at home, he'd be fine. But she ignored every word and buckled the seat belt and refused to move.
She was just so stubborn!
She never took the nice way. She stood by her morals regardless of how much trouble she got into.
He loved that about her.
He sighs, letting go of the anger that had started to build up, he could never stay mad at her. And she was right, he needed her for this. He would have lost his mind being this far in the middle of nowhere alone.
He's so thankful for her, her presence, her smile, the way she always stood by his side. She saves his life every day.
He vows to the gods then that he will make it up to her, do whatever he can to give her what she deserves, the world.
Beside him, she shifts so she's turned towards him. Eyes closed, mouth a little open, she looks so peaceful. He can see the bags under her eyes, and the creases on her forehead, and runs his thumb over them in an attempt to smooth them out.
She's absolutely beautiful.
Unconsciously, her hand reaches out and rests on his, the touch brings warmth to his entire body.
He realizes then that he's in love with her.
He's fallen in love this woman laying beside him more than he's ever fallen before. She's somehow become his world and he's glued to her orbit.
He doesn't know why its just hit him. Why now and here in the middle of this cramped motel room? It's a curious thing. Well, love is a curious thing he figures.
The feeling in his chest is indescribable, and he wants nothing more than to reach out and kiss her.
But she's asleep, exhausted from the journey, and he doesn't want to wake her up. So, he settles for pulling her closer to him so he can feel her warmth and finally closing his eyes.
"I love you," he whispers softly.
The night bleeds to morning and he falls asleep with the words still on his lips and the promise of speaking them tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that.
A/N: So what did you think? Just a good ole realization of feelings moment captured in an unlikely place. I promised last time that the next chapter would have more of a plot to it, and I hope this fulfilled that. As for the surrounding details as to why they're there and all that, I leave it up to you. That might be a larger story but all I'm focused on is this moment.
This moment when he figures out he's in love with her.
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