14 Complicated Love

A sharp pain in my head caused abruptly woke me up, it felt like a sharp knife was stabbing me over and over, 'what happened to me?' I spoke out as I attempted to sit up,

"Careful, you received a pretty hard hit in the head last night" I heard a familiar voice speak out to me, as I felt two strong hands gently help me up.

Looking up, I see that it was Paul helping me, "what happened?" I questioned him.

"You took quite a hard hit on the head yesterday and fell unconscious... You had me really worried! You was out for hours!" he answered his face unfurrowed, "Thank God you're finally awake" he said as his hand reached out to me lifting my chin and kissing me tenderly on my lips, my eyes shot open. I was completely speechless, my brain now total ignoring my stabbing headache. "Breakfast should be finished soon" he smiled as he walked into a room.

Taking a better look around, the room was extremely large room, surprisingly there was a TV with sofas and bean bags, a small table surrounded with three chairs, several doors. "Ummmm..... where are we?" I Shouted to Paul.

"Ohhh…. you're in my Room of course! Don't you remember?" Paul shouted back.

"Ummmmm…. Not really what happened, why am I here?" I shouted back.

"A chunk of rock struck you in the head really badly! And you fell unconscious from blood loss, but you should be okay now, I healed your wounds" he shouted back.

Paul walked out with a breakfast tray opening it's legs and placing it on top of my lap. I looked up to him, his kind eyes clearly worried about me, he looked back into my eyes and smiled, as he sat next to me and went to hold my hand with both is hands, "You're alright now." He said to me gently kissing me on the fore head.

...… I wanted to ask if he was stuck in the head as well but words wouldn't come out.

"Hope you're hungry I made you Eggs Florentine, I know it's been over 5 years but I still hope it was your favorite" he smiled as he began walking back to the kitchen.

Fiddling with the duvet I noticed my clothes were changed, a smooth black silk night dress now clothed my body. "Ummm…. Did you change my clothes?" I shouted in a panic.

Stepping out with a plate of food and a knife and fork, "Ohh.. Yeah… Your clothes were drenched in blood so I had to give you a change of clothes." He answered smiling, placing the Eggs Florentine onto the table. I let out a large gasp, "I know I shouldn't have, but I had no other choice and it's not my first time seeing you naked." He added and walked back into the kitchen.

He then walked out with a bottle of orange juice and a glass, "now I wasn't quite sure what you liked to drink for breakfast so I got some orange juice" he said smiling. Pouring out a glass and placing it on the table and leaving the bottle on the bed side.

He sat next to me for a few seconds looking into my eyes, "you okay, you're acting strange….." he asked me quietly.

'I'm acting strange? You're the one acting strangely here! I don't even understand why you're behaving like this!!!' He began picking up the cutlery and cut a piece of the food, making sure to pick up a bit of everything, and began feeding me. I subconsciously opened my mouth to accepting the fork of food, my mind still too stunned to even think about the taste of the food.

"Is it good?" He asked smiling. I slowly nodded yes, "That's great! It took be so long before I was confident enough to cook for someone else." He replied putting down the fork and plant a strong kiss on my lips again, this time lingering a little longer on my lips. Before he stopped and walked back to the kitchen again.

'Nope.... This is too weird! I need to get out of here!' I decided lifting the table silently placing it beside me so I could leave the bed, I silently stood up struggling to keep balance as the stabbing headache came rushing back to me. I slowly staggered to the door trying to maintain my balance, finally making it to the door knob, I felt a firm hand gently grip my hip from behind.

"Are you leaving?" Paul quietly asked me.

"Yeah.... I need to …. go…. to that… thing today….." I replied in a panic.

"I don't think you've full recovered yet" He said in a soft caring tone.

"No….. I need to…. go….I don't wanna be late" I replied putting my hand on his trying to gently push his hands off my hip.

Using his other hand he gently turned me to look at him. His face frowned. "Please stay, I'm worried for you?" he pleaded.

"I need to go to that trip to get supplies." As my mind remembered the reason for the trip today.

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"Don't...… go...….. I really miss you." He begged.

"We can't do this again Paul, we broke up a long time ago." I replied.

He let go of my hip staggering back as if a thousand daggers just stabbed him, His body filled with defeat and despair. Seeing his reaction I instinctively rushed to hug him, squeezing him tightly. I felt the welling up of tears in my eyes as I hugged him tightly, 'why am I starting to cry?'

"I've missed this the most." He quietly whispered wrapping his arms around me.

I could feel his heart thumping loudly and quickly. 'Even after everything he still feels the same?' Tear began to slowly run out my eyes. "I'm so sorry." I mumbled into his clothes wiping my tears on his shirt.

"Don't cry...….. I still can't forgive myself for what I did to you last time." He said gripping me tighter. "I know I hurt you, but what can I do to fix everything?" he pleaded with me.

I remembered now......… back when we broke up, I used our fight as an excuses to break up because my parents would never accept him but I never had the heart to tell him, because I wanted him to truly move on from me...… I couldn't give him the future he wanted. "I'm so sorry" I mumbled into his shirt wiping away the tears again.

"Remember….. I said you never need to apologies to me" he replied to my apology.

"You're insufferable, you know that right? I feel like such a bitch for everything that happened, and even worse I know our friends do as well" I said.

"It's okay, they don't…. I explained to them the whole story why we broke up. So they know It was my fault. It was all my fault you wasn't wrong here." He replied to me.

I looked up at him, a smile crept on his face. "You know I missed you for a long time hoping one day you'd message me....." I said to him and began burying my face into him again.

"Not really...I still remember that evening I tried to see you without your permission after work, but you didn't want to talk backing away from me every step I tried to take closer to you, as you hid behind your friend with that face of utter disgust and hate as you both walked away, and your message telling me to never ever contact you again as you blocked my number, so I waited for you to unblock me as that will be a sign you're ready to talk to me again." He replied.

I began sobbing into him, 'wow I am the worst person in the world, all this time I made you hate yourself because I wasn't able to tell you the truth….." I felt him pull away from me slightly and bent down slightly lifting my arms over his shoulders one by one, I gripped him tightly burying my face between his neck and shoulders. Lifting me up I instinctively wrapped by legs around him to hold on tightly, one of his arms supporting me from underneath and other around my back holding tightly to his body as we moved back to the bed where he sat down, my legs releasing him resting on my knees beside him on the bed.

His hands gripped my sides gently trying to persuade me to release a little, but I gripped him harder driving our bodies deeper into each other. He released his hands from my sides and wrapped them around me holding me tightly. We sat in silence for several minutes, his smell and warmth made nostalgic feelings and memories rush back into me. I began remembering how much we loved each other, all the times we walked the streets holding each other hands, all the kisses wrapped in each other's arms and how he would always reply to me after months of ignoring him or telling him to leave me alone during university. Lifting my head away from him looking into his eyes, I closed my eyes leaning in to kiss him opening my mouth a little to let my tongue graze his lips. He pulled back his eyes widened looking into my desperate sorrowful eyes, he closed his eyes and locked lips with mine our tongues and lips gleefully meeting a long lost love again.