“You want to do what?”
I could hear my own heart beating wildly in my chest, and what set me off, was that hers was beating in the exact same manner—but I was sure that it wasn’t doing so for the same reasons. Mine was beating in this manner because I was fearful of the fact that I may have crossed the line when I offered to stay with her, but if that was the case, then I didn’t regret it. Not even a little bit. I will do it again if I was given the chance to— because let’s face it, the chance of being able to spend time with her, was a chance that I would always take.
“I said that I would wait here with you, until you could move around by yourself again.”
I could have sworn that time had stopped, that I had lost my ability to breeze, to think about anything other than this current m
