" Why can't I open the door.....", Rhea muttered as she continuously punched in her passcode , eventhough her vision was hazy and she felt mentally disoriented she knew she was punching in the right passcode but it just kept declining her entrance , she sighed helplessly, her whole body felt so hot and she was exhausted, everything around her looked and felt weird, she wanted to put in her passcode again but then she heard a chime and the door opened from the inside , she tilted her head in confusion and then she stumbled almost falling but Denver caught her by her arm and pulled her close ,that familiar fruity scent wafted through her nose and intoxicated mind , you could easily tell it was Denver, she looked up and met his gaze, Denver noticed that her cheeks were flushed red and she looked so confused as she blinked slowly, she was so drunk.
Rhea wondered why Denver was inside her house, she tried to pull away but her balance was obviously still disoriented but Denver didn't let go of her arm thereby keeping her steady,she looked up at Denver who was worried and confused, " Rhea.....", he called her name softly but Rhea instead clung to him more burying her head in his chest, it was unexpected and it was impulsive , Denver stiffened , he didn't dare touch her as she clung to him, " Rh...", " why.....why does everyone keep doing this to me", Denver froze, the lights under them flickered and the words that had come out from her mouth felt like something that she had been wanting to say since , her tone sounded broken and restrained , " what did I ever do to deserve this ", Denver could easily tell that she wanted to cry , he gently tried to pull her away which he successfully did. " Rhea.....what happened why did you....", he stopped midway when he saw her tear streaked face , " Denver ....why does everyone keep doing this to me , why?.....", she raised head up and met his gaze, his eyes were that of concern , his hands still softly gripped her shoulder not letting go, not planning to let go, Rhea clenched her first, the unanswered questions, his unwavering gaze and silent pity for some reason infuriated her , him always being here when she broke down made her feel pathetic, she hit him on his chest , " why are you always here", she said hitting his chest again , her hits were weak , she beat her fist against his chest not with strength but with desperation , it was in rythm with the raw grief she felt , he just stood there ,each hit was a reflection of her pain and he felt that stopping her now , not allowing her to express herself the way she could was only going to hinder the little emotional breakthrough she had finally been able to release.
" Do you know....how much it hurts?", she cried out in a whisper, her words dissolving into sobs as her fists faltered, resting uselessly on his chest , her head dropped as she continuously cried, " why is everyone doing this to me.....", she sobbed more, her voice cracking in between her sobs , she placed her hand on her chest as she silently whispered , her head was bent low, " it hurts ,....it hurts so bad".
Denver unclenched his fist when he heard her whispered cry , he didn't know what came over him , each word she spurted out against her will, things she had mercilessly buried in her heart despite the pain that she must have endured, those ten years that he had presented her when she was with Daniel but at the same time he was happy that she was living the life she had always wanted , those conflicting feelings all crashed down as he pulled her in and hugged her as she sobbed helplessly , the built up resentment and desperation echoed through her sorrow as she hugged him back, her grip tightening at the back of his cloth as she sobbed mercilessly, her tears wetting his chest ," why...why does it hurt so bad Denver.....?".
Denver softly kept patting her back as he tried to soothe her pain, the pain she felt was unbearable and he knew that at this very moment there was nothing he could do to close that pain.
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Denver watched Rhea as she slept on his bed , her hand held his thumb tightly eventhough she was sleeping so soundly, she had passed out while she held onto him tightly. His home had a dim light setting and since she had said she didn't like light , only one light was switched on in his home illuminating weakly in his bedroom, a soft weak golden glow shone on her face , she was so pretty , he looked at her with so much tenderness, she was in his home and for some reason he was nervous , someone who was always composed had broken down infront of him, she had clung onto him like she didn't want to let go and she still was , " Denver....", it was a soft whisper, Denver tilted his head and leaned in closer , was she sleep talking?, he leaned in closer, " Denver .....don't go", she muttered in her sleep , tears streaming down her face , Denver gazed at her softly , his eyes lingering on her face , he gently tucked away a stray hair at the back of her ear , his fingers softly grazing her cheek, she mummured something in her sleep as she held onto his thumb more tightly, Denver softly wiped her eyes that had shed a tear previously and then he leaned his head on the bed as he watched her sleep, she was the one that asked for space and here she came and barged into his home , he scoffed " tsk.....,so cruel....", he mummured under his breath as he looked at her hand which held his thumb , will he be like this till morning , she won't let go and he was happy that he was in this situation.
He had liked her for a long time and he still did , he had once resented her but at the same time he had been happy for her, his emotions these past ten years had been muddled up , he didn't know why she had left all of a sudden all those years ago, she left without a word and no one knew her whereabouts and then the next time he saw her she was on television talking about her book, she was doing well and she was happy, that was all that mattered , could he say he was happy that she had a fiance, definitely.....no, but he was happy that she was happy with her fiance and he resented her for that , for making him like her so much to a point that he was happy that she was happy with another man , he knew he was pathetic, his soulful and gentle gaze continued to linger like he was hypnotized, he lifted his hand slowly and lightly brushed her cheek barely making contact, she scrunched her nose clearly displeased but to Denver she was adorable, he smiled softly at her reaction.
He didn't know how long they were going to stay like this but at this moment he wanted time to stop altogether so that her hand can continue to hold his, as long as this moment was given to them he didn't want to waste it.
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" The riding lyre....tsk", Diah scoffed as she uncrossed her legs and looked at Daniel, " what am I supposed to do with that.....", Diah asked , her gaze was piercing as she looked at Daniel , " it's a thriller, she said she doesn't have a clear draft yet.....", "a thriller?...., why the sudden change,didn't she usually write romance....", "if you think about it.....won't it be great , I mean if you write a genre that is completely different from the ones you usually write , it will be good for your reputation", Daniel leaned in closer , " you won't be classified as a one way author, an author who mixes up genres.....", he smirked , his eyes glinting with excitement, " is extraordinary", Diah smiled as she leaned in more into her couch, " maybe it's time I visit her.....she's my friend after all....", she grinned , Daniel stood up then he sat beside her, his fingers softly traced from her cheek to her neck, a sardonic smile playing on his lips, " be careful....", he leaned in closer to her ear , " she may bite you.....", she crossed her arms , those eyes of hers held that of an untold excitement, " that makes it more exciting....", she said as she turned and looked at Daniel with a smile on her face, " I can you it to my advantage".
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I had never slept this peaceful for a very long time and I didn't want to wake up , the unusual softness , comfy blanket, the mouth watering aroma , was I dreaming or was I in heaven, I felt my body turn in its own as I buried my face into the pillow which was equally so soft, and that refreshing fruity scent, " fruity scent....FRUITY SCENT!!!!!!!!", my eyes impulsively flew open , my head felt like someone was drilling a nail through my skull, I instinctively sat up , I couldn't still register the fact that this wasn't my home, my mind felt fuzzy and I couldn't clearly remember what happened yesterday, through my blurry vision I scanned my surroundings . First, this wasn't my home, a condescending sense if dread forced me to jolt to my feet , second of all, the scent that I clearly knew could never come from my home and then the large glass pane that overlooked the city , why did this person have a large glass pane .
I shook my head, that didn't matter now, I probably wasn't in my own floor, what if I was in the home of a creep?, I had to think and retrace my steps...I stopped at my track, what was I doing right now?, I should leave and then retarce my steps when I get back home, I didn't care right now , I had to get out of here , I was about to leave , when all if a sudden I stopped at my tracks , I tilted my head , fruity scent , eventhough he was backing away from me , I could easily tell who it was, I could feel my heart stop , at this point I would have surely preferred a creep.
Then he turned and our eyes met, I wanted the ground to open and swallow me up at this very moment, then....he smiled, " good thing you are awake , I made breakfast...", he said as he looked at the table , I followed his gaze to the table which was full of mouth watering dishes , " looks like I made a lot huh....", he smiled awkwardly. " Hah...", I was screwed.