the ordeal of being known by Malia rose

Author:Malia rose [rose, Malia & rose, Malia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-24T16:00:00+00:00

chapter 17

relief

Layla

When Layla came out of the bathroom, she felt like she was on fire. Her temperature kept rising and she could barely stand for a couple of minutes without feeling dizzy.

She couldn’t find Jess outside. She couldn’t find his car, either. She felt that she deserved to be left like this, but it still stung a bit. She was glad it was her time of the month; she was all too eager to blame all her feelings on that.

She let the tears finally run down her face. She hadn’t cried in a while, but the combination of physical and mental exhaustion really took a toll on her.

She looked for her phone. She made a mistake; she was rude to him and he was just trying to help. She just needed to thank him. She called him but there was no answer.

About an hour later, the door unlocked. She saw her keys in his hands. He must have taken them when she was in the bathroom. He had rwo bags of Amir’s food in his hands, which made her want to continue crying because it was so nice of him.

“Jess.” She choked out. She wanted to say ‘will you hold me?’ she needed to say it out loud, but the words were clogged in her throat. Just then a miracle happened, a miracle she used to dream about, where someone knows what she needs without her having to ask. He was stumbling over to her, dropping the bags. She reached out her hand. Her vision was blurry and suddenly was enveloped in his arms. He was so warm.

He still made sure there was no skin to skin touching.

He kissed her hair, over and over again, and she realized that he was shaking. She lifted her head to look at him. He raised shaky hands, and he signed, “You called and I was driving.”

His eyes were filled with relief. All day, she misread him. He wasn’t angry with her; he was concerned.

“I’m sorry,” she told him over and over again and he shook his head.

He made her drink lots of water. She kept going to the bathroom, but she stopped vomiting. There was barely anything solid in my stomach.

“I’m sorry, I’m being difficult, I’m sorry. I was just being stubborn. I’ll be better,” she said, deliriously, as he tucked her in.

She wanted to get these thoughts out of her head. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mother staring at her with disapproval etched into her features. She wanted to beg, get out of my head mama, I am not so terribly unlovable, am I? Am I?

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, and you’re pretty breathtaking just the way you are.”

She had always been someone who felt their emotions too strongly, and this aching loneliness had picked her soul apart. She’d always needed a specific kind of intimacy, one that you usually designed for a partner. She’d held too many parts of her close in the hope that one

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.