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I sit up trying to breathe and calm down my beating heart that is pounding inside my chest making me think that will break all my bones. I run my hands through my hair as the sound stops and rest my head in them. My fingers touch my cheeks and without needing to check a mirror, I know they are red by the heat I feel. I close my eyes and bite my bottom lips as the feeling of the previous minutes comes back.

Before I can get lost back in it, I shake my head standing up. I can't do this. I walk back to the kitchen where I find my angel with a plate in his hands.

"What are you doing?" I ask while seeing him move forks and plates from the counter to the kitchen island.

He doesn't answer though as I keep staring back at him with my eyebrows raised waiting for a proper answer. He just turns and spears me a look before he goes back to what he's doing. What's going on? I thought everything was fine...maybe I did something to bother him or upset him. I didn't do anything wrong though, what's his problem? Is he mad that I touched him? He instructed me to do so and he seemed to enjoy it. Maybe not?

"Did I do something?" I question again after he puts a salad into a glassy bowl. A few seconds pass with the sound of his movement and the forks against the glass heard. Not an answer.

"Did you mind that I touched you?" I mutter feeling kind of guilty that I did it when he obviously didn't want it. "You hated it, didn't you?" I whisper feeling frightened of the reply that my touch is disgusting to him. The last question though turns him around and locks his clear blue eyes in my green ones.

"Hated it?"

"Yeah..."

A shadow of a smile appears on his lips before a giggle is heard breaking that suffocating silence.

"Hate it," he murmurs to himself with shaking his head. He places the bowl in the middle of the island before his attention is all on me. His eyes seem glued to mine as he comes closer to me and with one quick move he places me above the other side of the island. He places his hands on the small of my back pulling me closer to him. He pierces his eyes in mine as if he's looking for something because that is exactly what I do as I search his tense dark blue ocean for some sort of sign. Anything.

Instead of replying to my question, he plants a long kiss on my lips leaning in me.

"Hate it," he mutters again upon my lips chuckling. "Are you serious?"

"So you didn't it?"

"I was fucking trying not to moan your name and think I hated it?" He tries to fight a laugh back. The mention sends that familiar feeling that Corbyn only can create in me.

"So...you didn't?" I whisper.

"No," With a quick kiss on my lips, he gets me off of the island. "Come on,"

I glance at the salad and two plates of food on the counter in front of me and look back up at him.

"I'm not hungry," I state. My stomach is complex not and I can't eat anything. I feel so full and I'm getting nauseous at the sight of the meal.

"You need to eat."

"I really don't." Corbyn ignores my words completely as he sits and drags me to sit next to him. "Corbyn," I murmur tiredly causing him to look at me. "I don't want to eat,"

He cocks his head to the side grabbing and dragging my chair closer to his so we're only a few inches away.

"You need to. You haven't eaten for hours and after what..." he stops the sentence I wish he hadn't even started as he notices how my expression changes. I unlock my eyes from his and all my face falls as the images of what I witnessed revisit me. Tears fill my eyes again and honestly, I feel so sick of crying and whining. But when it comes to Corbyn I'm always too sensible.

I hear him curse under his breath before he wraps his strong arms around me sitting me on him. A few watery tears slip down my cheeks but he wipes them off before I hide my face in his neck hugging him tightly. I feel him breathe in as if he's about to speak but I don't let him.

"Don't, just...don't," I whisper as the movement of my lips caresses his neck. He doesn't say anything but holds me placing kisses all over me as I fight to hold the tears back from the pain I felt. Even the real possibility that he cheats on me brings tears to my eyes and my heart hurts when I think of all the moments that brought us here. All the days, the cries, the fighting, the yelling, the denying, the ignoring and finally acceptance of what we both feel and simply can't avoid or escape from.

"I love you," he whispers in my ear making me squeeze him closer feeling his steady breaths and calm existence. After a while, he gets up with me in his arms. I think he will go upstairs but walks out of the kitchen. I close my eyes as I feel like all my tiredness and sleepiness have returned and I can barely keep up. My eyes close involuntary and all my body begs for rest as all my bones scream from pain and exhaustion.

He stops moving to put down, and my toes reach the cold floor, before turning me around, my back resting to his chest. I see a small room that looks nothing like the rest of the house. It holds nothing contemporary and stylish, it has a vintage vibe instead. Bookshelves full of books cover the walls. In the corner, there's a small cyclic booth. It seems something like a bed with a window surrounding it, allowing me to see the trees that are just outside, in a lower state. The moonlight falls upon a small piece of furniture, brown wood. Pictures rest upon it and leaving Corbyn's safe embrace, I head towards it.

Entering further into it, one of my favorite smells fills my nostrils causing my lips to curve upwards. The aroma of pages and books dance around the room as I reach the small but full of objects furniture. Many photos appear in my vision, most of them with a happy couple holding hands. The woman has blonde long hair with green warm eyes while she looks adorably at the tall brown man smiling at her. I pass a few of them but stop when I detect a small blonde boy in the arms of the man. They don't seem alike but their only similarity distinguishes like fire on ice. Piercing blue ocean eyes.

The sight of Corbyn as a baby causes me to grin as my heart melts.

"You're so cute," I murmur mostly to myself knowing that he can't hear me from where I left him. In another picture, I see Corbyn tugging his tongue out to the camera while his mum laughs embracing him lovingly.

"So adorable..."

"Call me that one more time," The voice makes me jump from surprise and turn around only to find Corbyn standing right in front of me. A giggle escapes from my lips as I ignore his tone and the look that makes my knees shake.

My interest is picked when I find a small girl next to Corbyn. She seems to be in fewer photos and all of them with Corbyn.

"Who is she?" I can't remember if he has ever mentioned a sister or something to imply her existence.

"My sister," he states and his voice is colder. I spin and glance at him sitting at the top of the couch with a look full of irritation and hate. Does he hate her?

"She's five years old." He murmurs more to himself as if he's thinking about something as he shakes his head in disapproval. "Alice," The name ring bells of realization in my ears when I recall her name.

"I've heard her name before," His eyes shoot to mine before his forehead creases in confusion.

"Cyle came to our class and you literally run out at the sound of her name," I mutter and he nods making the frown go disappear from his brow.

"Where is she?"

His eyes are mostly hidden in the darkness though the ambient light that creeps into the room makes them gleam, and I see my small reflection in them. He gazes around the room and his eyes rest upon the pictures for a few seconds before his eyes meet mine again.

"She lives with my grandmother in Florida," he speaks but his tone is somehow harsh, cold and pained.

"Why? I mean isn't she supposed to live here with you, with your family?"

"What family?" he murmurs with a fake chuckle as if the word family is a joke to him. "We have stopped being a family a long time ago."

I walk towards him and wrap my arms around his neck tugging his hair lightly.

"What happened?"

He stares at me with glassy yet fully determined eyes. And then again his eyes seem to be blanked by an unfamiliar feeling that I saw only a few hours ago but I can't understand it now either. He takes a deep steadying breath before he starts talking.

"My parents met very young and fell crazily in love with each other. They got married pretty quickly after they met and one year later, my mother got pregnant with me. The problems though began early. I was very young to remember much, only a few fragments of moments and memories. The fights, the arguments and the yelling became our daily routine. They were ready to get separated but then my mother told my father that he was carrying Alice and they decided to give their marriage a second chance. Big mistake." He adds shaking his head in a disapproving gesture.

"After that, my sister became my responsibility. They were so busy fighting and cheating with each other to even care about her or me. I was old enough to recall the fighting and the way I felt about it. But I didn't give a fuck about them, I was angry at them. And just like that, I started to get into fights. I joined a boxing club and getting into trouble help me let out some steam. I was returning home late, I was sleeping with different girls every weekend. That was my life until Alice grew and I knew that I had to do everything that I can do to protect her from them."

I look at my angel with glossy eyes as I realize what his childhood was really like. The past was hard for him too. I bring myself closer and kiss his cheek burying my head in his neck.

"We were all living in this house until that night," he murmurs with an undertone that sends chills on my body, terrifying me of what I might hear coming out of these lips. He drags me closer to him and snakes his arms around me as he kisses my forehead.

"It was really late. I was coming back from a party and assuming that all were asleep, I went directly to Alice's bedroom to check up on her. On my way there I saw my dad with another woman but that didn't bother me, I've got used to it by then. I opened the door to Alice's room and saw a man, towering her, staring at her, approaching her..."

I shut my eyes and grasp his shirt in a tight grip that makes my knuckles white as I hug him tighter. My heart beats fast like that night and anxiety has exploded inside of me thinking that what happened to me might have happened to Corbyn's sister as well.

"I don't remember much but all I knew was that that moment all I saw was red. I launched myself in him and then the next thing I knew was that he was lying unconscious full of blood. My clothes, my hands were covered with his blood...I didn't kill him but I was close. Very close."

Tears have met my cheeks once again and my body wiggles in Corbyn's lap. Hearing these words brings me back to that night. The way Edward's face looked lifeless and bloody. The way Corbyn's face was twisted with rage and now I know, I know that it was a lot more than what I had ever imagined. So much more than that.

A sob escapes my lips and Corbyn cups my cheek turning my face to meet his.

"Hey, don't cry..." he breathes. "I'm not telling you all of these to make you cry, it just feels good to be able to talk to someone about this. And not just someone..." he whispers in my ear before placing a soft kiss on my lips. "But the girl I love,"

His words create fairies in my stomach and I press my lips in his for another kiss that he takes control making it last longer.

"It was different with you," he says softly upon my lips causing me to look up to my favorites blue eyes. "When I saw him..." he refers to Edward with loath like it's something disgusting, as if he's poising the word. "laying on top of you when you were crying. I lost control in a split of a second. I couldn't stop hitting him not only because of what happened with Alice that brought me back but the look on your eyes. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget it. " he whispers the last sentence almost to himself.

"The image of you trying to get him off of you, crying and the thought of what he could do to you, it was enough for me to kill him. I heard you though," he says peering his eyes into mine. The corners of his mouth tug up slightly in a small smile as he caresses my cheek with his fingertips. "I heard you and it was like you broke me out of my reverie. You brought me back,"

His lips find their way back to mine and he pulls me closer crushing me to him. This is like those moments that I feel like our bodies fit perfectly. Like they can complete a puzzle and we're the only missing pieces. And right now, I feel like his heart has the missing piece of my own and together we can complete each other, fight our weaknesses and find our strengths at the same time.