When I arose from my rest, I recognized who owned it. My brow wrinkled even more, and I wanted to call Lucas a stalker, but I kept my lips shut and opted to remain silent when I saw who was with him walking down the car. I turned to look at Fernan, who was already sitting next to me, and asked him to go, but I noticed him gazing towards Lucas' place, so I followed his eyes. I observed the woman's eyes widening as she turned her look from Fernan to me. Fernan leaned very close and whispered to me.
I got out in front of my car and she was my mother. When he came down, I immediately put my arm around him so that he would not be sad anymore. I didn't pay attention to see if Luke was still looking at us. Now, I really don't have anything to handle anymore. It was obvious in front of my eyes. Fernan's car was already leaving so I followed it. Our hearts are both unfortunate today. Destiny really does play differently.
He urged me to come out in front of my car, so I did. When he came down, I instantly placed my arm over him to make him feel better. I didn't glance around to check whether Lucas was still staring at us. Now I truly don't have anything to deal with. It was right there in front of my eyes. Fernan's car was already on its way out, so I followed it. Today is a bad day for both of our hearts. Destiny's gameplay is very unique.
He couldn't say goodbye since I couldn't follow his car because we were on opposite ways. I attempted to ignore what had transpired in my head while driving. Perhaps it's just not the right moment to open the heart again. But even after I came home, I still hadn't processed what had happened. I'm not even sure whether he texted because his number has been blocked from me, and I'm ready to shut off any communication the two of us have.
When I reached my room, I plopped down on the bed.
I took my phone to unblock his number after a few hours. I still couldn't think of anything to do because I wasn't being visited sleepily. But as soon as I tapped the unblock button, my phone started ringing. When I saw who was phoning, I moved from my seat.
I answered his phone quivering, but I didn't say anything. I heard a strong wind on the other end of the line, so I'm guessing he is still not leaving that place with the woman. I was clutched to my chest because I was experiencing both delight and sorrow. I prepared my hand to cut his call when I believed he wouldn't speak. But he talked in hushed tones before I could.
"I want to see you."
The powerful wind blasted again from the other line, but I just sprang out of my seat. I don't want anything else. I don't want to be the only one who is always an afterthought in the tale of the two people. I want to be the main character at least once, and when I believed it was time for me to do so, I guess I fell in love with the wrong person since it was owned by someone else.
"You can't," I informed him emphatically.
"But I'm already here in your house."
When he stated that, I didn't hesitate to walk downstairs and run. I didn't realize it was raining, and I had assumed that the wind was only strong in his location earlier. When I spotted him, he was dripping drenched and holding his phone. Because his body was already soaked, I instantly sought for an umbrella to approach him. When I arrived at his spot I helped him given the fact that I knew it was too late since he was so damp. I drew him inside my house, and luckily, mom and dad didn't come to see me today.
When we came inside, I was ready to leave to get him a towel when he grabbed my wrist and embraced me despite his wet body. I'm not sure if it was just because he came from the rain so his body is burning or because he was so unwell. When our skin hit, I felt scorching. I touched his forehead to see how hot he was, and it felt like he was boiling with heat, and his eyes were bulging and appeared to be giving up.
"YOU ARE BURNING HEAT!" I screamed, and then held his neck. He hasn't broken the hug yet. I quickly stripped off his clothing and shut the door so that no more air could enter.
When I took off his things, he grabbed my hips and began kissing me. I could feel his heated breath and saliva, so I knew he was in a lot of discomfort. I separated him from me, and perhaps because of his frailty, I did it effortlessly. I didn't hesitate any longer and dragged him up to my room.
When we were in the room, he leaned me against the back of my door and began kissing my collarbone. I just let him do what he wanted. I am touching his head and body to support him in case he fainted, but he talked as he kissed me on the neck.
“She is my cousin, not my girlfriend.”
I didn't respond to what he said since I understood what he meant. But my heart skipped a beat when he said that because, even if that's all he explained, I'm starting to trust him again. I assumed that was all he was going to say, but he said a lot of litany, which is why all the questions in my head were addressed.
"I don't want you to come close to me because you could catch my fever, which hasn't gone away in two weeks. I don't want you to call me, even though I really want to hear your voice, because I can't stop myself from going to you, and I'm scared you'll become sick again and have a nightmare as a result of me. ”
I couldn't respond to what he said since I was what he was thinking the whole time.