Becoming An Us

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❤️One cannot think well if one has not dined well❤️

The weightlessness of her body scared her immensely. Maybe her mind made it feel that way as her mom helped her in the backseat of her Honda CR-V silently.

She felt nothing, she was numb. She saw nothing but it could be because of her eyes being closed or the river of unshed tears that sat behind them.

“I know you hate me right now and I understand. But I had to do it, Beatrice.” Her mom sat in the driver's seat, wanting to start the engine but her hands were shaking. “We've had this talk before. I don't want you to ruin your life because of a boy. He's not worth it.” The key found its home on the third try and she turned.

Zelah could hear her, faintly. Outward, she looked clean and beautiful, dressed up by her mother filled with good intentions.

But inside..there was death inside of her. Where her baby once laid in peace, death filled the space. But still, she felt..empty.

“...don't know what it means to bring a baby into the world... disappointed because I raised you family's name...focus on your the better that I taught you to be.”

Pieces of phrases and words forced their way through her already shutting down brain but she didn't try to understand them. The pain that was now gone but not quite, had rendered her speechless.

She turned her head feebly to her mother and watched her perfectly painted lips move, tears unhindered and streaming down her cheeks.

She couldn't hear anything and that was her power. The last image she saw before she blacked out from fatigue was the palm of her mother's hands inching towards her face to wipe her tears away.

Zelah jerked awake in an enclosed space and let out an involuntary sob, holding tightly to the warmness that had her locked in.

“I'm here. I'm right here, it's okay.” The voice whispered soothingly, tightening their arms around her.

Her fingers felt the hairs that the nape of his neck while her eyes struggled to open. “Sam?” She croaked out.

“Yes, my love. Can you open your beautiful eyes for me?” He kissed her cheek, her nose, her forehead, her lips, while rubbing her lower back.

She now realized that they were under something heavy but soft, as her eyes fluttered open. It brushed the skin on her arms and she felt him lift it up to her shoulders. A quilt, one of his that she'd never seen before. The room was dark but she could make out shapes and furniture in the moonlight.

“What time is it?” Her voice was scratchy.

“I'm not sure. Let's worry about you right now. Are you okay?” His fingers gently lifted her chin and his thumb moved over her jawline. “What happened?”

Please talk to me.

“It was just a dream..” Even in the darkness, she avoided his face, his eyes. He had magical powers, they enabled him to see right through her. And she wasn't sure that she was ready to talk about it yet.

“Okay.” Disappointment laced his husky morning voice but he tried to cover it up with a chaste kiss on her cheek. “I'm sorry it ruined your sleep.”

“How long have you been watching me?”

He stretched out his arm and turned on the lamp on her side since they were closer. “Four minutes, give or take. I woke up and you were too far away. The room was freezing too so I got this and covered us up after pulling you closer.” The soft glow of the yellow light illuminated his face that was mere centimeters away from hers. “I was gonna go back but.. I couldn't help staring at you. You were breathing steadily and.. sleeping peacefully. If that's not a blessing, I don't know what is.”

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