It was safe to say that Eli was the only one I wanted to see right now. No one else. We were back at his house. I felt bad that he knew me. Maybe I should distance myself.
I don't want to lose him too, and I don't want him to lose me.
Thoughts are useless.
I was slumped on his couch, wrapped under a blanket and a cup of warm water was set in front of me.
He was so nice, so amazing.
I stared up at the ceiling and he sat next to me.
"Dumb question, but how do you feel?" He asked.
"Considering I lost the only person who loved me," I sighed. "Terrible."
It might have been a hallucination or something, because I thought I heard him say "you still have me."
How was I going to deal with this? How was I supposed to deal with this? I felt like I was drowning in a sea of unanswered questions.
I felt a tear running down my face. So weak. Pathetic.
Once again, I felt strong arms holding me. They'd held me so many times. Why did I never pay attention to these arms? These arms that made me feel loved.
Whatever happened next it might as well be with Eli. The mysterious boy who somehow made me feel special.
I compared myself to a cherry blossom. Even if I had just lost a flower, I was being picked up. I was being filled with something new.