“Annah, you tried to kill yourself.” I felt my eyes grow bigger and my lips part, leaving my mouth agape. My chest started to feel heavy as I forced myself to breathe. “You were in the hospital in a coma for about a week. The doctor said that you were going to have some amnesia, well more like a lot, but at least you remember me, right?” Eli gave a lighthearted chuckle, obviously trying to take some tension off of the situation.

“How bad is it?” I asked quietly. I looked back up at him only to see him shake his head. He kissed my forehead again before getting up off my bed and walking out of the room. Tears pricked at my eyes, demanding a way out, but I refused them. I wasn’t going to cry now. Sure, I was alone, but that doesn’t mean I can be weak. Not now, not ever. The last time I was weak… I don’t even want to think of that.
-Thirty Minutes Later-
Second and Sebring was playing very gently on my phone. It was loud enough to where I could hear it but soft enough that it wouldn’t give me a migraine. I don’t know how many times I had been thinking things over and over again, but it started to hurt my head. I was thankful when Eli poked his head into my room to make sure I wasn’t asleep before he walked over to my side.

“Somebody wants to see you, can they come in?” He asked gently, being cautious of how sensitive sound was to me at the moment. I took a moment before nodding my head. A huge smile spread across his face as he retraced his steps back to the door, leaving it cracked. I heard him giving permission to somebody to come and see me, and then reassurance to the person. Moments later the door opened, and then latched shut. I rolled over to see who was hesitantly making their way toward the empty side of my bed.

His tall, lanky stance shrunk as he sat on the opposite side of the bed. He turned to face me completely, his soft hazel eyes taking in my condition. I didn’t think I looked all too bad when I was in the bathroom, but then again, I wasn’t paying that much attention to my face. His long black hair lay flat against his forehead, until he pulled the hair behind his ears. He rubbed his hands together, and bit on his lip nervously. I found myself sitting up and moving toward him slowly. I saw his lips part to say something, but I didn’t let him say anything. I wrapped my arms around his torso and buried my head into his chest. He instantly wound his arms around me and pulled me into his lap. The emptiness I had been feeling for the past few weeks was replaced by the security I felt in CC’s arms. The massive hole I had in my heart was healed, just by being in his arms. This was where I belonged, I belonged with CC. Yes, I had known that earlier, but now I know for sure.

I looked up at him, and connected gazes with him. A smile spread across his lips, making his eyes brighter and made it seem like his face had a slight glow.

“I’m sorry, CC. I didn’t mea-” I started to say, but he held a finger up to my lips and shook his head gently.

“No need to apologize. It was my fault.” I shook my head.

“Now you need to shut up, it wasn’t your fault.” I was cut out of my sentence by a heavy pressure on my lips. His lips pressed against mine as I kissed him back. We were a bit out of rhythm at first, but soon made up for it. The both of us melted into the kiss, letting our instincts come over. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His hands rubbed up and down my sides, warming me to my core. There was a gentle tug at my bottom, which caused me to gasp, giving CC time to slip his tongue into my mouth. They danced hand in hand, not daring to pull apart. I missed this; this feeling of warmth radiating from my body, the feeling of happiness and security, the feeling of love. This is what it was made to feel like. Love isn’t abuse, or just about sex, love is about being stupid together. No matter what the other had done, you came back to them because you loved and cared for them; this is what it’s about.

His hands trailed down to the bottom of my shirt, slowly tugging it up my torso. I pulled apart quickly to pull it over my head and take his off as well. He gently pushed me against the pillows, reconnecting our lips. A sense of urgency was present in this kiss, but was yielded off in an instant. One of his hands was behind my head, cupping it as he brought me closer to him. Despite what had happened between the two of us, nothing mattered in this moment. The only thing that mattered was that I was with the love of my life, and nobody was going to take this moment away from me.