Author's Note: I must agree that I made this story a bit too sad that I'm having a hard time making it a bit lively. Anyway, I'm also honest that I like it the way it is. Since most of my readers hate a sad ending I'll make it a bit happy then. ^_^
As I enter the house my nose first caught a familiar smell, salty smell of tears. As I silently stand beside the close door my keen ears can pick up soft sobs and hiccups. Without even guessing I know she's crying again but for what reason I don't know. Did something happen before I arrive? Did she get hurt? Inside me wants to believe that those are reason why she is crying. I don't want to think that she's crying because she can't take it anymore to live in this house with me. I slowly walk toward where she is confine, when I reach her I caught her sitting at the corner with her head lower down as her tears drip down to the floor.
At that moment I can't hold much longer. I kneel in front of her and push back her hairs that cover her face. She looks up to me with her eyes still glassy of tears. She hiccups as she studies my face as if not believing I'm right there beside her. My throat feels dry of not knowing what to do or to say. Without thinking my mouth just opens and with gentle voice I sooth her, telling I'm beside her. Asking her what's wrong or what happened, she just stares at me. With trembling hands she reaches out to my cheek and when I feel the warmness of her touch she suddenly fling to me. Her hold to my suit is so tight that even if I try to shove her she won't let up. What's wrong with her? Why is she crying? She lean her head to my chest as she continue to let out soft sobs. I'm surprise of her action but I'm more surprise still when she looks at me and smile even though her cheeks are wet with her tears. She said she's happy and relieve and she keeps repeating it as she leans once again on my chest.
I'm confuse but I'm too engross of the physical contact she is giving me that none of those things matters. I hold her the way I always wants to hold her; I smell her scent as if I'm addicted to it and sooth her from whatever is the thing that troubles her. We remain in that state for an hour until I notice that she had already fallen asleep in my arms. Not wanting to wake her up, I silently carry her to our room and slowly put her on the bed. After doing so I change my clothes and brought a wet towel with me after I change. She is still sleeping when I went out from the bathroom. I studied her stained face before slowly wiping her dry tears. I'm almost half finish when her brown eyes flutter open. Her eyes searching but steadies at me when her vision is fully focus. She sits up not taking her eyes off me and then smile at me and calls my name. For the first time she calls my name and hearing my name coming from her lips gives me so much pleasure and satisfaction.
She reaches out her hand and before she can reach my face I caught it. I look deeply at her eyes and ask her what happen. She averted her eyes but I press on; I want to know who hurt her for surely I will have their heads. Feeling my impatience she answers with a soft voice. She tells me about her dream the other night of how she ended alone and still waiting for someone she knows that is not coming. My blood boils after hearing those words. Who is this man that she is waiting? Does she have someone she fancy? I won't allow any man touching her. All those thoughts were thrown off the window when she suddenly calls herself stupid. She keeps repeating that she's stupid and hopeless; I can't understand her of why she's saying these. (Me too, understanding a girl is so hard.) She keeps humiliating herself in front of me until I can't take it anymore. I pull her toward me and embrace her. I can feel her muscles stiffen at the sudden contact. With rigid voice I told her she's wrong; that she's something of worth. I told her to stop hurting herself and let it all out. She continues to cry until she fell asleep again. She's still lock in my arms as we lay together; I continue to smooth out her hair and enjoy the pleasure the warmth of her body. I lay there hoping morning will never come so that this moment will never end.
Author's Note: Hey guys. Sorry about this, been busy in school and many things happened. Anyway thanks for reading and please review.