Delicate - BOT ?

breaking walls

Her blue eyes looked vacant, as if she were still processing the events of last night—which I'm sure she was.

She was in a hospital gown and her black hair was trailing over her shoulders. She looked fragile—delicate even.

"Hi," I forced out, my voice shaking.

Her mother stared at me with a hard expression, brows furrowed and pursed lips. She looked hesitant to have me here and I could understand why. Cassandra had been hurt before, by someone she loved and trusted. How could that ever be mended?

"Hi," she said back, her voice hoarse.

"Maybe we should give them some space," her dad said, still standing in the doorway, his eyes trained on her mam.

Her mam hesitated, looking from Cassandra to me before sighing and heading out of the room. The door clicked behind them and I was left alone with Cass.

"You scared me half to death y'know," I mumbled, talking a few steps towards the bed. "I thought... I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"Well, you were wrong," she shrugged.

I nodded, awkwardly hovering at the edge of her bed.

"You can sit down," she nodded. "I don't bite."

I wouldn't mind.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, my hip pressing against her legs.

"You waited," she whispered, her eyes meeting mine. "You stayed here to see me through."

I cleared my throat, "yeah, of course. That's what friends do."

She smiled, pushing away a strand of hair from her face. "I'm sorry for being so... impossible. I couldn't get myself to believe you actually liked me. I couldn't imagine someone like you liking someone like me for anything more than surface level shit."

"Well believe it, Cassandra," I eyed her intently. "I like your surface level shit, but I especially like the stuff beneath the surface. I just like you." I offered her a smile, "you don't have to be interested in me back, or even give two shits, but I do like you. I like you a whole lot."

She attempted to hide a smile but it was no use, her cheeks flushed and her face lit up. She looked so pretty when she smiled—so light and carefree. It was a smile that deserved to be seen by the world.

"I like you too," she nodded, her tone slightly uncertain. "I'm just scared. I don't want to get hurt. I don't want to let you in because then you'll know how to hurt me."

I chewed on my bottom lip, deciding what words to use. I didn't want to say the wrong thing and fuck it up, not when I'd just earned her trust.

"I won't hurt you," I finally said. "I know that sounds generic, but it's the truth. I'm sure I'll do my fair share of teenage boy bullshit and probably drive you mad, but I would never intentionally hurt you."

I reached out and grabbed her hand, half expecting her to pull away, but she didn't. She intertwined her fingers with mine.

"I know that's hard to believe, and I don't expect you to believe it," I continued. "But I will do everything in my power to earn your trust and make you feel safe. I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to lose you." I rubbed my fingers along her knuckles, "we can move at any pace you want. We can be friends, we can be acquaintances or we can be more. It's completely up to you."

She stared at me, unmoving and I felt my heart start to race. I couldn't tell if she was going to yell at me or smile.

"I think..." She finally spoke, her voice quiet, "I think I want to kiss you."

I bit back a grin of my own, moving a little closer to her as my heart hammered violently in my chest. A mixture of anticipation and excitement building inside me.

"Okay," I nodded. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she breathed, moving to clutch my face with her shaky hands.

I placed my hand on her jaw, feeling nerves I hadn't felt since I was in second year kissing a girl for the first time. "Is this okay?"

She nodded, pulling my face closer. Our lips met, frozen in place for a moment, almost as if we were both scared of messing up. I knew I was.

The kiss slowly picked up, my anxiety washing away as she parted her lips and melted into the kiss. Her hands roamed down my chest, as if she were making sure it was me she was kissing.

I kept mine on her face, deciding it was too early to touch her anywhere else. I wanted to take it slow, I wanted to move at her pace. My goal was to make her feel as comfortable as possible.

When she broke the kiss, her eyes were teary as she looked at me. My heart tore in two for fear that I had screwed it up.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, my hand still on her jaw.

She nodded, batting away a tear, "yeah. I just... I never thought I'd be able to do that without freaking out." She swallowed hard, "thank you for being so understanding. I think you might be the definition of perfect, Theo."

I chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'll always understand you."

It was a devotion of my love for her. Love that came out of nowhere and twisted into the depths of my soul like branches of a tree. She was the root—the driving source of it.

And I'd keep her alive and thriving for eternity.

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me updating??? who would've thought.

they are so my shayla's like oh em gee they are soooo good together (theo come home)

i love you guys

xoxo

-Freyja