I can feel a headache coming on as I lay in bed, more specifically his bed. I don't remember how I got here, but I damn sure know that it's his bed.

I let my eyes slowly open, his room is full of light. Both of the curtains are open, which surprises me. I turn over and Easton isn't beside me. I then feel no longer in my dress but in some long shorts and a tee-shirt, smelt just like him.

I hear his door open and he walks in with two coffee cups setting them on the table before he shuts the door. "Good morning Beautiful." He brings over a cup and sets it on the nightstand, he's acting weird.

He leans down to kiss me and I push him away, "stop sucking up East, I'm still mad at you."

I hear him let out a heavy sigh before walking around and sitting on the edge of the bed, " I said I was sorry Lyla, what else do you want," he questions running his hand through his hair.

"You hurt me, Easton. How many times have you apologized before and then let your anger control you," I start only to be cut off?

"Lyla I'm trying okay," he grumbles, "this is new, you make me want to be better than just a man everyone fears. I want to be better for you. But I'm Easton Salvetti, the devil, a killer, feared. But you. You sit here and what do you see," he turns towards me, staring at me.

"I see Easton Salvetti, a kind man with a sweetheart, who doesn't know what he wants." I smile.

I watch as he climbs into bed and pulls me close, "I want you, you're my bright light guiding me down my dark path." He whispers stroking my head.

I could feel my heart race and could feel butterflies fluttering around my stomach. He has a way with words, that I'll never get tired of.

The words float into my head and almost spill out of my mouth before I catch them, I love you.

"I..."

I didn't love him, did I? No, you don't just love someone. You can't just, no, I don't. I couldn't.

My thoughts are silenced by his lips. He presses them softly onto mine as if he pressed too hard he would break me. This moment, this kiss, was everything.

I left myself pulling away and laid my head on his chest. "I promise I'll do better," his voice echoed softly throughout my mind.

For the next several hours, we laid there talking about the past 3 weeks.

Everything stopped when we heard the door downstairs burst open hitting the wall. Both Easton and I sat up, he looked at me and put his finger to his lips before reaching into his nightstand.

I watched as he pulled a gun out and quietly got out of bed. I watched as he opens the door quietly before turning back to me as if telling me he would be back. I sat there stunned, not knowing what to do.

5 minutes later, I watch him walk back into the room, sighing heavily. He comes over and kisses my head, "I'm sorry it's my father, I have business. You'll be alright on your own for a while Lyla?" He tells me.

I nodded and he squeezed my hand before going to his closet, coming back soon later wearing a dark grey suit. It fit his body perfectly, every muscle on his arms were visibly outlined.

He watched a smirk appear across his face, and I could feel my cheeks heat up. He came over and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand before whispering, "I'll be back soon." And with that, he was gone.

I felt empty without him. He saved me in ways he will never know, he gave me meaning back into life. My life is meant to be spent with him, and every day I'll fight to keep it that way.

I slip out of his bed, my one safe haven. And make my way back to my room, when I open the door, I see all my things that I had been missing for 3 weeks. I got down on my hands and knees and pulled the box out from under my bed, a new one and my old one.

My mother taught me when I was young that, memories only last as long as you are alive. And a picture tells a thousand words, take them to give the memory to someone when they miss you. And that's exactly what I did.

Pictures I got printed off, only a couple, about 8, of me and Easton, together were perched in the new box. I had some of Megan and me, along with some notes I wrote. Memories of my new happiness.

I laid back and pushed both of the boxes under my bed for safekeeping. I picked up the photo I cherished more than anything off my night table. "I miss you mom," I whispered letting a tear slip down my face.

"We'll meet someday dad," I whispered letting the tears flow free.

A person that meant the world to me that was now gone. And a person I loved who I have never met, yet still held onto the hope of meeting them one day.

I let myself cry, not trying to stop myself. And after a while, I feel as though I needed to let it out. Then that was it, I had no more tears to cry.

I slowly get up leaving the room that was filled with sadness. I picked up my phone on the way out and checked the time, 4:02 pm and Easton still wasn't back since earlier in the afternoon.

I make my way to the kitchen and decide to make dinner for us. I wanted to do something nice for him. I have absolutely no cooking skills, but I found the ingredients in the pantry to make Spaghetti. After an hour, it's all ready, just need Easton.

5:27 pm: Hey East, when are you coming home?

6:03 pm: I made dinner, just wanted to know if you were coming home tonight?

8:03 pm: Well I'll just eat, hope you're okay <3

I absolutely regretted sending the heart after but no way I could change it after I sent it. I sat in silence and ate the spaghetti, instantly regretting it. I spit it out, definitely not edible.

As I scrapped my plate into the garbage I feel arms wrap around my waist and my back being pressed against someone's chest. I let out a scream and try to push away, the arms let go and I grab a knife off the counter and turn in their direction.

"Woah Woah Woah Lyla it's me," Easton yells with his hands in the arm.

I let out a sigh of relief putting the knife on the counter and hugging him, feeling his arms instantly launch around my waist once again.

I pull away from him and slap his chest, "Where were you! I was worried, Easton! You didn't answer your phone, which pissed me off-" He kisses me, silencing my banter.

"Lyla, I smashed my phone, remember," He said. Which instantly brought back the memory of this morning when he told me that he smashed it out of anger.

I watched as his eyes drift over to the plate of spaghetti I made for him earlier. "You made dinner? I'm sorry, I didn't know I would be out this late." He said, walking over and taking a seat.

"Wait n-," He took a forkful and put it in his mouth. I watch his face scrunch up but he swallows the bite.

"How is it?" I tease him giggling.

"Uh- it's good Lyla," he says giving me a half-smile.

I laugh and take his plate putting it in the garbage. "Remind me not to ask you to cook," he states.

"Come on let's go," he grabs my hand and drags me out of the kitchen.

"Where are we going," I laugh dragging my feet to slow him down. I feel myself being lifted off the ground and I'm thrown over his shoulder. He glides up the stairs and opens his bedroom door throwing me onto the bed.

"Did I mention you look good in my clothes Ly," he speaks coming around the other side of the bed. He wraps his arm around me groaning when there's a knock at the door.

"What the fuck is it," he yells moving his lips to my neck kissing it roughly.

I hear him mumble against my neck when the knocking continues, "Ignore them."

I push him off gently, "E just get the door."

He groans getting off the bed and walks over to the door quickly only to shut it 2 seconds later. He turns around and holds up a bag of McDonald's, "I didn't know what you wanted so I just asked them to get whatever," He smiled.

Over the next hour, Easton and I devoured the whole bag, while watching 'The Age of Adaline.'

After the movie ends I turn to him, "I can't believe you've never watched this before," I say smiling with a tear running down my face.

He wiped the tear away with his thumb, laying my head against his chest. I trace the tattoos over her chest and look up at him to see him smiling.

"You bring me peace, " he whispers.

"I want to get one, can we go sometime?" I smile looking at all his tattoos.

"Think about it, so you don't regret it then let me know," he mumbles, his voice getting softer as he falls asleep.

'I'm in love with the way you make me feel even when you aren't around' the words float through my mind but never make it out of my mouth.