Chapter 42 Rocco

I had to dismiss Aria talking about the way she felt. It hurt too much. The pain upon hearing her explain the fear she felt made me relive every moment of those early days. The hell when she had woken up and had no clue where she was or who we were. I had hoped for her to need me... want me to be there for her, but there had been nothing but fear. And now to hear how it had felt to her, only made it harder. I did not need to hear it in more detail. So, instead, I told Aria I knew. And she had agreed. Now we found one another in the empty room. Our eyes locked once again. Her eyes are ones I would never tire of looking into…
And, as I looked into those beautiful eyes, I felt a heavy sigh slip from my lips, unable to help but note how Aria’s brows raised a little, likely wondering what was wrong. I did not want her worrying about me, or thinking anything was wrong. “So, have you eaten?” I asked, and she nodded earnestly.
“The nurse brought my breakfast in.” she explained, and I nodded in reply. That would make sense, I suppose, given the time, and I was unsure why I had even asked. I was now unsure what to suggest, yet felt an overwhelming need to stay here with Aria. She had asked me to visit, which of course I had, but now we had spoken, would she expect me to leave? Because I didn't think I was ready... so I felt like I needed a purpose... a need to offer my help in some way. I looked towards my feet, feeling uncomfortable now…