Falling For You

part 12 🌟 [I'm with you.]

Shiloh .

I sat quietly at the edge of Jeremy's bed,
watching him as he slept. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the streetlight filtering through the curtains,
casting gentle shadows across his face.
I watched his chest rise and fall with each breath,
the rhythm soothing in its predictability.
Despite the calm,
my mind was filled with memories of the Jeremy I knew and loved.

One memory stood out sharply against the rest.
It was the time Jeremy had rushed into our apartment,
his eyes sparkling with excitement and a boyish grin plastered across his face.
He had just returned from the farmers' market,
holding up a bag of freshly picked strawberries like it was the most precious treasure in the world.
I remembered I was making his favourite pie .
An apple one.

"Shiloh, you have to try these! They're the best strawberries I've ever tasted!"
exclaimed he ,
bouncing around.
enthusiasm.
His excitement was contagious.
And I couldn't help but smile at his cuteness.
He had insisted on making a strawberry shortcake,
describing his plan in simple details ,
his hands animatedly illustrating the masterpiece he envisioned.
I had laughed at his artistic excitement,
the way he could find joy in the simplest things.
How adorable he looked..

But now, as I looked at him sleeping peacefully.
He's in so much pain .
It aches my soul.
His smile being tored mercilessly.
Jeremy had a passion for business and mostly management and control.
Which the statement of the will written by his great father.
The master of the Vanhards.
Had made his dream crumble to pieces.
I would never forget the way he destroyed everything apart.
Bottles of whiskey shattered against the walls.
liquid staining the carpet like the remnants of his pain.

His raging screames.
his voice was hoarse,
releasing a torrent of emotions that he had kept bottled up for far too long.
Yes i felt him .
His pain and frustration.
It all came crushing down.
and all I could do was watch helplessly as he fell apart.
But no I couldn't.
I can't seeing you cry jeremy .
I can't watch you drown in your overwhelming
world of overthinking .

My heart ached as I traced my fingers gently over his cheek, careful not to wake him. I whispered softly,

"You know, i----i wish i can take it all away"

"To absorb your pain ."

All i want is to see you smile again .
That's what he deserves ."

Tears formed in my eyes .
My heart ached for him .
I attached my forehead to his then I closed my eyes.
I then held both of his hands as tears streamed down my cheek.

" I'll never leave you--- sir ."

My heart started beating fast .
Even though the connection between our foreheads was so simple.
yet it meant everything to me.
It was a promise.
a silent vow that I would be here for him.
always.

I know he can't hear me.
But saying it infront of his fainting figure.
Relieves me at some kind of point.

tears ran down my cheeks like a river.
"You're damaging youself."
I said sobbing hardly whilst looking at his arm.

Until I..
Saw bruises and scars,
I was completely overwhelmed.
My heart dropped,
and I couldn't hold back the tears.
I cried and sobbed uncontrollably,
feeling a mix of anger and sadness at the thoght of someone hurting him.
Even though it was him.
He is hurting himself.
It was as if each bruise and scar told a painful story that I could almost hear screaming in silence.