Until The End

Coralie fell asleep, curled into my chest. She had been crying- mostly for her father- but I think it was partly for what happened earlier. The guys were all back on the bus now so we had moved to our bunk.

I stroked her back over and over again as she slept restlessly. The tiny TV in our bunk was on and I was watching some stupid movie. I wasn't really paying attention, I was thinking about the things she had said to me.

How she was ugly. How no one would ever love her. I wondered if she even had a fiber of understanding for how much I care for her? For how much I loved her...

I know she loved me, Hell we were getting married! I was just worried that she didn't know the feelings I had for her. I wanted to show her so I held her.

I held her for hours before I felt her stir in my chest. She looked up at me dreamily, her eyes fluttering. "You're awake." She whispered, closing her eyes as my hand rubbed small circles into her arm.

"Can't sleep." I mumbled as she curled up closer to me. "You know..insomnia.."

"Go ahead and smoke then babe. I don't mind." She smiled, taking my other hand in hers.

"It's all good." I said, kissing her head. "Are you doing better?"

"Yes." She said. "Thank you for holding me."

"Always sweetheart." I said, squeezing her hand. "I love you."

"I love you too." She mumbled.

"Cor?"

"Mm?"

"You own my heart, okay?" I whispered, looking down at her. She had tears in her brilliant blues.

"I'm glad you said that. It would be a little awkward if you had my heart and I didn't own yours." She chuckled, running her finger beneath my eye. I smiled, sliding my shirt down to expose the 'Taken by Coralie Rose..' tattoo.

"Clearly your good." I giggled.

"I have that on me too!" She pouted and I felt so happy to have carefree Corrie back if only for a few minutes. She missed her Mark Johnson. He was her father, best friend, and our biggest supporter. I missed him too.

I didn't have time to really form a bond with him, but he still accepted us as a couple and that was something. Coralie loved him with everything she had- as much as her grandmother but he was taken and that would never be fair.

Her her two favorite family members, gone and for nothing.

Well I would be there for her. I had vowed to myself the day Mark died that I was her rock, her crutch. Everything and anything she needed.

As she jumped out of bed to use the restroom I vowed to myself that I would always be Coralie Johnsons best friend, lover, and care taker. She was mine and I was hers.

Eternally.

Notes

Kind of a mushy chapter :D A little short, sorry for the lack of updates. I've been busy!