Chapter 21

• POURING OUT THE PAIN
• Like a zombie, I drop to his firm, broad chest, and he doesn't waste any chance in wrapping his strong protective arms around me, rubbing my back with a soothing sensation. I uncontrollably soak his white tee with my tears. I freely weep, snuggling up to him without minding that he is a stranger. Hugging him so tight like he is my savior and sampling in the peace that he is bleeding. His warmth is something I needed so much. I appreciate his lull and savor his caresses until his magic brings my sobs to a stop. I could lie on his comfortable chest the whole day, listening to his soothing heartbeat, but I pull myself away slowly, making a stop in front of him, his arms remaining on my waist.
• Just how much was I holding in, huh? I made a mess on his tee. At least he has his blue, unbuttoned denim to hide that mess. I feel bad, though.