Her Selfless Love( Complete)

The shattering

"The greatest agony in life is not when you hate them for hurting you.

But when your hate yourself, for giving them the monopoly to hurt you."

        - suzangill
                    ....

                Ezra's pov

I couldn't sleep. Shifting and changing sides on the soft mattress.

The desire to go back to my life when mon was there, ardent. If only I could.

I missed her caressing my forehead and saying everything will be fine.

I missed her touch.

Her fragrance.

Her embrace.

The look in her eyes, the softness of her touch, the smile on her lips.

I felt empty without her.

And another tear leaves my eyes. I don't know why I am crying so much today. But I can't seem to stop it.

It's that feeling when you feel you are surrounded , yet alone in a crowd.

When you have everything, but nothing.

My thoughts are interrupted by the creaking sound of the door opening. And I slowly pull up the comforter.

Cleaning my tears under it.

I hear soft footsteps stopping beside me, to only end with a sigh. It's him. Aaron.

What's he doing in my room?

And then I remember. This is his room! Oh no! I almost forgot!

I was staying here, while he slept in the guest room yesterday.

Sh**! He told me to not touch his things!

And here I was, sleeping on his bed. Under his comforter with his scent lingering around everywhere.

I need to leave. I am sure he is mad at me.

But wait. What if I continue to pretend to sleep.

He won't wake me up then, will he?

Yes. This is a nice idea. No man is inhuman enough to distrupt another person's sleep.

Closing my eyes, I pull up the quilt more. Hiding myself in it and breathing evenly.

The bed creaks as he settles on his side. But after that.
I don't hear anything for next few minutes and I so badly wanted to turn around and see what he was doing.

But I refrained.

Time passes in silence. No movements, nothing.

Oh god! It was getting so suffocating under this quilt.Lifting up the quilt, I peek through the small place.

To see him.

Laying beside me.His arm placed on his eyes as he sleep upright.

Thank god he is asleep. Letting out the held breath. I move aside the quilt. Finally breathing!

Phew! Who knew pretending could be that difficult.

I moved a bit, to hear the creaking sound from the bed. To go still right there.

Damn this bed! Why is it making noise?

I don't dare to move. Not knowing what to do. Finding nothing else to do, except stare at his face.

His lips were pressed in a thin line. His chest moving up and down in even breaths and his eyes closed, covered by his arm.

Subtle beard was growing, and I would never say this to him. But I like it.