One day I'll have it all. // Williamson

Here with me

What stirred me awake the next morning, were Leah's nails, very gently stroking my back.

I was almost certain that this was the best feeling ever.

She moved up her hand, and started gently stroking the baby hair at the back of my neck, her nails occasionally grazing against my skin.

I wondered if that was what heaven felt like.

I didn't open my eyes, as if doing so would shatter the delicate moment that we shared. Instead, I focused on the sensation of Leah's touch, allowing it to wash over me like a gentle wave.

I wondered how did I get so lucky. What I had done to deserve her. To be cherished and loved by someone as amazing as Leah.

As her fingers continued to trace patterns on my skin, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Then, another one.

Then, another one.

I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer depth of emotion that washed over me in that moment. It was as if every doubt, every fear, every insecurity I had ever harbored simply melted away in the warmth of Leah's touch.

I was truly blessed. Blessed to have found someone who loved me unconditionally, who accepted me for who I was, flaws and all.

"Valentina, are you crying?" Leah's voice broke through the haze of emotion that engulfed me, her concern evident in every word she spoke. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, the morning light illuminated the room in a soft golden glow.

I rolled down to my back, Leah's face hovering over mine.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I gazed up at Leah, her eyes filled with worry and love. "Yeah," I admitted softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I reached up to wipe away the tears that streaked down my cheeks. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know why... I just..."

Leah's expression softened as she reached out to gently cup my face in her hands, her touch warm and comforting against my skin. "Hey," she murmured softly, her voice filled with tenderness as she brushed her thumb across my cheek. "It's okay to cry, Val. It's okay to feel whatever you're feeling. You don't have to apologize."

I nodded at her words, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as Leah's reassurance enveloped me like a warm embrace. "I just... I don't know," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly as I struggled to put my feelings into words. "I just feel so... overwhelmed, I guess. Overwhelmed by how much I love you. You just make me so happy." I said, a teary laugh escaping my lips. "I'm a bit of a crybaby, aren't I?"

Leah giggled softly at my words, revealing her white teeth and pointy canines that had grazed my skin more than once last night. "You are. But it's okay. You're my crybaby. And I'm absolutely in love with you. With every single side of you."

She leaned down to press a tender kiss to my lips, her touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins as she pulled me closer.

Morning breath could go to hell. I'd kiss Leah every morning of my life until the end of time if I could.

As our lips parted, Leah rested her forehead against mine, her breath warm against my skin as she gazed into my eyes with an intensity that took my breath away.

"You have the most beautiful eyes, Leah Williamson."

Leah's cheeks flushed pink at my words, a soft smile playing on her lips as she reached out to gently brush her fingers through my hair. "And you have the purest heart, Maria Valentina,"

For a moment, I lost myself in my thoughts.

I had always said that if I had to choose one sense to be my only left, it'd be my hearing. But Leah had made me doubt that entirely. Because Leah was beautiful, like a work of art. Like a Greek statue.