"How often does she make you smile?" I asked him softly; as if my entire mood has changed.
"Not very often anymore." He told me, frowning. The corner of my mouth twitched.
"I didn't think so;" I replied. I played with my fingers, still looking away. In a hushed tone, I asked, "How many times has she hurt you?"
"Where is this going?" He asked in a louder voice than before - He was getting aggravated.
"Answer the question."
"Or you could answer mine."
My eyes tightened. He could be so hard headed. After a long moment, I lifted my head and stared at him straight in the eye. "How many times have I hurt you?" This caught him off guard, I could tell, when he widened his eyes in shock. He tensed, then looked away from me.
"I don't know."
"I've only hurt you once or twice, if I've ever even hurt you at all, Marc."
His brow furrowed. "What's your point?"
I stared at him for a long moment, thinking of the right words to say. Finally, I took a deep breath. "My point is, I'm the one who makes you laugh, I make you smile. I have never hurt you, or have I even thought about it. I'm always complimenting you, I buy you things, even if you've forgotten my birthday. I cheer you up when you're down; I'm the one you run to when you need a friend, or a shoulder to cry on. I've done everything for you. I gave you my whole world."
I stopped to take a breath. It was at this point when tears were in my eyes. "I don't act like everyone else, because I don't want to be like everyone else, or someone you can compare me to. I even.. Help you when you're sad because of someone else; I help you get the girl. Even if it hurts me. Why? Because all I want is to see you happy, Marc.. "
My lip quivered, and I reached up to brush a tear out my eye. "I am not perfect; nor will I ever be. Sometimes I have my bad days, sometimes.. I screw up. Sometimes I get sad or upset over little things, sometimes I get angry and say things I don't mean. I'm sorry that I can't be perfect." I shut my eyes tight and let the tears inhabiting my eyes fall down my cheeks while I turned my head away from him. I couldn't look at him, or what emotion could possibly be on his face as I spilled my heart out to him. "But know this: I have loved you, DO love you.. More than anyone could ever possibly love you. I-"
My sentence was cut off by the suddenness of his swift movement, as he placed his hands on my cheeks and his lips upon mine. Without a second thought, I wrapped my hands around him, while our lips moved together as if they were dancing to the most beautiful song in the world.
I broke free and buried my head into his chest. He smelt like summer. "Please," I whispered. "Please don't leave me again."
And he didn't; he stayed with me. We both slept on my bed, my head on his chest, his fingers running through my raven hair, our fingers intertwined with each other. It was the moment I've longed for ever since I realized I first loved him - To simply sleep in his arms. The thought warmed my heart.

Nothing in the entire world mattered at this moment; It was just him and I. Together like this. Nothing bad was going to happen. Everything was going to go back to the way it was.

And it felt like, even time stood still. For once, I felt as though everything would be alright.

Everything would be alright.


...But is that why when I woke up, I was alone?