Category : Stories

Sub Category : Romance

We are in the kitchen, he's sitting on the counter, watching me dance around, humming along with the song, he smiles and smokes a cigarette. E, B, N, and G are sitting at the little table playing cards and I'm dancing around, giggling, winking at him. He hops off the counter, wraps his arms around and dances with me. I giggle more, our bodies dancing together, and the others start laughing. Our clothes drastically different... Him in his fatigues, combat boots, me in hello kitty pajamas and pink socks. He pulls me over the smooth floor like I'm a feather.

The song keeps playing on repeat, we keep dancing, he starts singing softly in my ear but the lyrics sound different than the ones he's singing. I look confused and he starts singing softly in English. I start to tear up at the translation he sings. I cling to him, tuck my face against his neck, dancing with him. 

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" He whispers as he spins me and I nod. "It's okay to think about him. He hurt you, princess." I break and start sobbing, but still dancing. F caresses my cheek and whispers sweet nothings in my ear and kisses my neck and collarbone. I shiver and he starts repeating the translation again as the song repeats. 

I start singing the song, looking into his eyes, and he starts changing the lyrics again. I cup his face in my hand y, looking into his eyes as he holds my hips as we dance. My tears have stopped, my body lost in the moment. "You won't, right?" I whisper. 

"Never on purpose, baby. I promise. I might hurt you, but just know I'm not doing it on purpose." He whispers, not taking his eyes from mine. We stop dancing, swaying softly together, looking into each other's eyes. 

I press my lips to his, devouring his lips, causing him to growl. He picks me up, I wrap my legs around his waist, as he walks out heading to his room. He opens the door, smiles and sets me on the bed, taking my shirt off. I take his off and immediately start kissing every scar he keeps hidden from the many battles he's fought. He groans softly, like always, rubbing my stomach like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. 

His bedroom door slams open, causing me to scream. Basil is at the door, glaring at us like we've betrayed him. "Get the fuck out, Basil!" He yells and throws his shirt at him. Basil glares at me, points, not saying anything. I can tell he's angry. 

I start to scream "Just say whatever you want, Basil! You can't hurt me anymore!" Basil smirks, takes a step closer, his eyes tell me he's going to hurt me at least once more before he's even. 

"You deserved worse, princess. You deserved every ounce of pain you've been caused. Your mother was right..." Basil takes a deep breath, my heart drops knowing exactly what he's going to say as he smiles. "You're nothing but a whore. Nobody's going to love you, only fuck you. You don't deserve love." With that, F punches Basil and starts screaming at him, my heart breaks hearing the man I once planned a future with use my weaknesses against me. 

The punches land harder and the yelling from them get louder and I cover my head, curl up on the bed, while everyone tries to break it up. B and E come over to me, covering me with a blanket, my protectors. They stand in front of me, blocking the scene from me and hiding my panic attack from Basil and F. 

I manage to squeak out "Babe.... Can't.... Breathe..." Immediately, F is crawling up the bed, cradling my head on his lap, counting, walking me through a breathing exercise. Basil is held on the floor by some of the others while S screams "Look what you caused! You caused that!" He smacks Basil on the back of the head and continues to berate him. 

F makes sure I'm secure in his arms, rocking me softly, whispering "Pay attention to my voice, baby. Baby, you're safe. I got you. What was the first song we danced to?" I whimper. "Do you remember? It was "Niemand by Oomph. You were dancing around, singing into the whisk and I danced with you. You and Basil were still an issue. I knew at that moment, I loved you. Your eyes just stole my heart." I smile softly against his chest. I look up at him, he smiles. "There's my beautiful girl... Lungs still hurt?" I shake my head and cling to him, my body shaking softer, getting the last remains of the panic attack out.

F starts singing with the song barely audible in the background "Je t'aime, je te hais, je t'aime, je te hais
Je t'aime, je te hais, je t'aime, je te hais
Je t'aime, je te hais, je t'aime, je te hais
T'es la meilleure chose qui m'est arrivée
Mais aussi la pire chose qui m'est arrivée
Ce jour où je t'ai rencontrée, j'aurais peut-être préféré
Que ce jour soit jamais arrivé (arrivé)
La pire des bénédictions
La plus belle des malédictions
De toi, j'devrais m'éloigner
Mais comme dit le dicton
"Plutôt qu'être seul, mieux vaut être mal accompagné"
Tu sais c'qu'on dit
"Soit près d'tes amis les plus chers"
Mais aussi
"Encore plus près d'tes adversaires"
Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi
Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi
Mais si tu cherches encore ma voix
Oublie-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi
Pourquoi ton prénom me blesse
Quand il se cache juste là dans l'espace?
C'est quelle émotion, ta haine
Ou de la douceur
Quand j'entends ton prénom
Je t'avais dit "ne regarde pas en arrière"
Le passé qui te suit, te fait la guerre
Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi
Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi
Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi
Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi
Je t'aime, je te hais, je t'aime, je te hais
Je t'aime, je te hais, je t'aime, je te hais
Je t'aime, je te hais, je t'aime, je te hais
Je t'aime, je te hais, je t'aime, je te hais"

I look in his eyes, he looks back and nods, as if reading my mind. I glance over at Basil who is laying still. The other stand him up, i notice tears in his eyes. The eyes that I once swore the sun rose and set on.. The hazel eyes with honey golden specks when he'd laugh. The hazel eyes that once filled me with promises, moments of forever, and declared undying love. They're now glaciers towards me. Nothing but coldness, anger, and abuse. I stood my ground, months ago, telling him to stop making empty promises or give everything he's promised. He walked away. He chose to break my heart once more. Basil chose to destroy my faith. 

F saw me broken, bitter, and hurt. He never promises. F says we should just take it a day at a time. He seems to always know what I need, even before I do. I turn my head, looking at F. "You know, princess... He's mad you're not weeping over him anymore. That's all this is. Even if you didn't choose me, but one of the others he'd be this way. It's not betrayal if he ended it first. You followed your heart, like always. Your perfect, kintsugi heart." F caresses my cheek gently as everyone leaves and I lean closer to him, straddling his lap, kissing him passionately. I run my fingers through his hair, whimper his name, and he groans. 

"I think I've found my today and tomorrow again." i whisper between kisses and F rolls me over onto my back, knowing he loves being on top. We continue kissing, grinding against each other, until we can't stand being apart anymore, then he slowly enters me as I bite my bottom lip and he looks into my eyes. 

Our bodies move as one, our connection going beyond just physical. Our noises are drowned out by the music becoming louder, our eyes locked together as we both seek release. 

We're laying in bed, cuddling. His arms wrapped around me and he whispers the song in my ear, for the hundredth time and i start rocking my hips to the music and humming along. He starts laughing and kisses my neck, getting up, and we dance around his room, stealing kisses, our bodies moving together, curving around each other's, our lips always finding the others, and our heartbeats beating the same rhythm.