Chapter 59 There was no longer sthey” now (1/2)

Jeremy closed his eyes and tried to calm down. It was just a rhetoric question. Ryn, until now, did not change her mind. She was still in love with him. She did not even look at other men. She was waiting for him this whole time!

She must be waiting for him!!!

He wiped the tears from her cheeks. Then he kissed each cheek, lid and lastly forehead.

”I'm sorry. I really am sorry.”

Ryn laid her head against his chest and closed her eyes. She was still trying to stop her cry. The pain in her chest lessened once she poured out her heart. She let his heartbeat and the stroke on her back to lull her to sleep.

He kissed the top of her head when he felt that she had fallen asleep. Then, he carefully lifted her up and brought her into the bedroom.

Instead of leaving her sleeping alone in the room after changing her clothes into pajama, he cleaned himself and laid next to her. He pulled her into his arms and closed his eyes tiredly.

”Goodnight, my love. I love you.”

With her in his arms, he felt complete. And today was the first night he fell asleep feeling so peaceful.

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The sound of the cabinet been opened woke him up from slumber. He opened his eyes and smiled seeing the beautiful vision of her choosing outfit to wear.

”Good morning, love.” He hugged her from behind, too happy to actually do the things he always dreamt of.

She stopped what she was doing. Her hands touched his as she closed her eyes. Was this a dream?

”I've been dreaming for us to be like this,” he murmured against the top of her head, still holding her close to him.

”Hmm…”

He turned her around and cupped her face. The kiss was deep. He put his love into the kiss. He wanted to show her how true his feeling was.

Both of them were breathless when the kiss ended. His thumb rubbed against her slightly swollen lips. His eyes were tender. He loved seeing her like this.

”Move in with me, please.”

Her face changed hearing his request. Living together with him… again?

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Harry stopped the car in front of the house, grumbling to himself. Every time he had to go to class early, his mother would order him to send something to his aunt. This time, he had to send a big box filled with God knows what. It was heavy too.

He used his keys to unlock the door and grunted a bit carrying the box into the house.

It seemed like his aunt had woken up and busy in her studio. Or…

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

”Aunt, I've brought the things mother asked.”

He walked into the studio carefully. He was right. His aunt was lying on the sofa bed, holding a brush. She was deep in her sleep.

Carefully he took the brush from her hand and put it into the bucket of the used brush. Later he would help cleaning the brushes.

Unconsciously he stopped in front of a canvas covered with a white cloth. As if someone else controlled him, his hand pulled the cloth off it.

His eyes lay on her face. He stood still and stared at it.

How long had it been?

Five years?

Six years?

They used to communicate almost every day at first but later their relationship getting further and further apart. It did not even felt weird when the communication ended.

It was not his intention to end their relationship but it seemed like she had lost the interest to be with him.

He even forgot about them.