Unpredictable • cth

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TW: Mentions of suicidal actions and suicide!

Ryder-

The movie ended around two hours ago. Everyone went either home to clean themselves up and come back here or they are asleep in one of the many guest rooms. I was laying with Ella in her bed, holding her tightly with one arm, the other holding some book I found of hers.

Uncle Cal and I were the only ones in here for a while. Once Ella fell asleep everyone took that a cue to leave and relax. Uncle Cal looked like shit to put it nicely. I urged him to go lay down and relax, I wouldn't let anything hurt her.

So here I am, laying in her bed, watching her sleep so peacefully. Her chest was slowly rising and falling as her breathing was getting better from the night before.

I had my attention on the stupid walky tally sitting on her nightstand, pulling her in closer to me with the hand wrapped firmly around her waist. Caleb had been talking to me through the walky talky about the nonsense with Jackson, which I wanted so badly to forget about as the only thing that mattered to me was laying in my arms.

I heard a slight 'hmm' as she shifted closer to me, my hand loosening around her waist scared I was the one waking her up.

I can see her eyelids flutter lightly, knowing she was going to wake up regardless of anything I did or didn't do.

"Hey."

My eyes darted down to meet her own, which were half open. Her voice was hoarse yet so soft.

"Hey." A large smile spread across my face. "How you feeling?"

The expression that form on her face made me think I was suddenly not the person she wanted here. Her eyebrows were furrowed, the edges of her lips slowly tugging down in the form of a frown.

"No more asking me that. Everyone else can. Not you." Her voice was stern, making it clear she didn't want any sympathy or pity from me.

Her actions spoke the opposite though, she was speaking harsh words to me as she drew her body closer to mine, placing both of her hands under my shirt, cuddling close.

"I'm worried about you." The sympathy a little to evident in my voice.

"Ryder." She had my full attention.

"Ella."  I answered seemingly in a mocking fashion.

"Kiss me."

"Excuse me?" My eyes are now hooked onto hers, trying to figure out what drug that doctor gave her.

"I said, kiss me." Her voice was stronger now, she sounded more like Ella.

I looked down at her for a while, not sure of what I should do. I wanted to kiss her, but hell she drowned last night, it's not exactly perfect timing.

I was in the middle of thought when I felt small tugging at my shirt to pull me to closer to her. Her hand was trailing up my arm, reaching for my neck. Our gazes never broke apart.

My hand was now slowly growing stronger against her lower back, pulling her up to my lips. Leaving centimeters between our lips.

A smile broke out on her lips before I leaned down and gingerly kissed her sweet, plump pink lips. She kissed back but with more force, now moving both of her hands around my neck.

The next thing I know I'm pushing back against her lips, taking my free hand to lift her up onto my lap. The voice in the back of my head told me I was crazy, she was going to have another asthma attack or something.