Memories

Memories: Chapter 16

Hey! I've missed you guys :') But I'm back ... and with a new chapter to Memories! *party dances around for a bit*

Okay, so on the word document it was a total of 7 and a bit pages, and the word count for this chapter was also 4,497 words. I think that's pretty good. And I spent a lot of time and work on this. I really hope you like it. I know no really reads this anymore, but I'm going to post it like you are in the hopes some one will ;)

It's kinda a little over dramatic ... but I needed to get the emotion that she had bottled up inside her across. Thanks guys! Love you. Xxx.

Some time passed before I was able to regain a stable state of mind again. I was glad to have had Jason there, or else, I’m pretty sure I would have melted away into a self-loathing puddle, wallowing in my own selfish pity and sorrow.

           His hand rubbed soothingly in soft circles on my back, sending a calm notion down my spine in tiny, individual shivers, the other cupping the back of my head, his fingers entwined in the messy locks of my hair. Slowly, my quiet sobs turned into little sniffles and short gasps, as I began to regain my breath properly. His steady breathing and careful handling of my fragile body was what could be called therapeutic, and it was very helpful.

            I relaxed into him, my head falling on his chest, my arms wrapped under his, my hands grasping feebly at his cotton shirt. The thrumming of my little headache began to subside, and slowly, I forgot the world around me, until it was just us. Jason and I, only Jason and I, and I liked it that way.

            I didn’t bring myself to full recognition, but the feeling of being lifted and lowered once again onto what I knew for sure was my bed entered my mind, though it only lingered for so long when I felt Jason begin to rub my back again. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck, the comfort that came off him now dependable. His fingertips brushed over my skin ever-so-lightly as he moved my hair over to one shoulder. A delightful pricking at the soft spot at the back of my head made my shoulders relax and the gentle kneading made my nails dig into his back. His fingers tangled in my hair again, and if felt his nose rub against the top of my scalp.

            “Are you alright now, Aemilia?” He whispered cautiously, slightly pulling back so that he could see my face. His hand slipped gently under my chin, and he looked down on me with something of concern and endearment. I, however, was still too caught up in the hot tears, leaking out the corners of my eyes, and the running snot that threatened to disgustingly drop from my red-sore nose, to even consider letting my blush be recognized at this twinkle in his beautiful eyes.

           Running a hand over my nose, trying to wipe away the embarrassing snot draining thoroughly from them, my salty tears just barely drying, I tried my best formulate something coherent to say to him. I couldn’t. So instead, I managed to answering him with a shaky nod of the head.

           Soon, I was able to use words. “Y-yes, I—” snnniff “I think so. I am now, anyways.”

           I looked up at his face, my head coming below his chin. I looked around us. We were sitting on the edge of my bed, my body positioned in his lap, our legs entangled much like our arms, though my secure hold on the front of his shirt remained that way. Watching our bodies the way that they were displayed made my cheeks tint. I couldn’t feel the blood rushing up my neck like I normally did. I couldn’t feel much, but Jason’s skin and the cottony fabric of his clothes.

           I had to somewhat crane my neck back to look at him, but that was only because I continued to sink in my misery, though Jason did do a rather good job of holding me up.