They finally released me, after having to sign paper after paper of release rules and regulations for health. Simon takes me home, blasting music out of the speakers in his car. I lay my head against the window, watching the houses and trees blur by.
“Is there anything I can do?” Simon asks for the quadrilenth time. I laugh as I shake my head. Simon drives slow compared to me, but it’s soothing and calming and without realizing it, I am drifting away into sleep.
I wake up to Simon shaking my unhurt shoulder. I look up to him and smile. He helps me out of the car and to my front door. My parents work 24/7, so they couldn’t come get me from the hospital and my brother wouldn’t care. I felt sad at that moment. I am just coming home from the hospital, and there is no one at my house who would even care a little.
“Do you want me to stay with you?” Simon asks me.
“No it’s alright, you should go home too, goodnight”
“Good night and uh, I’ll check in on you later”
I open the front door and the moment I take a step in I know something is wrong. It’s too quiet. Even though it’s always quiet, I can feel this thickness that feels as if it can suffocate me. I know no one is home, but it feels as if someone was here earlier.
I slowly walk to the kitchen, and take the sharpest knife I can find. The floorboards creak as I walk slowly over them to the second floor where the bedrooms are. That’s when I hear a small russell in my room.
I stop mid step, but it doesn’t come again. All I can hear now is my loud forced breathing coming in and out of my mouth. I press myself closer to the wall, my back hurting. I take one more small step forward, but still nothing.
The injured arm is strapped against my chest, so I start feeling like I am trapped. I can’t protect myself with only a knife and not even close with a broken wrist. Right when I am about to just run away, through the front door and all the way to the police station, the noise comes again.
This quiet russell of paper. I take a deep breath before springing into the air and behind the intruder. I position myself so that the knife is between us, and so that my injured arm is away from the intruder.
“Oh my god,” a male voice says. I look up and our eyes meet. I drop the knife, hearing it hit the floor but not caring. In front of me was the love of my life. How he got in is still a mystery to me, but it was worth the scare.
“W-what are you doing here?” I ask. He smiles that smile that lightens my day, and shrugs. He walks a couple steps toward me and wraps his arms around my waist.
“I might have asked you friend Cat to drop me off here, and your door was open so I came in to wait for you,” he says. I smile up at him, his greenish-brown eyes capturing my soul and making me want more.
“It’s a great surprise, so thank you,” I say, meaning it. He gives me a small nod before looking around my room again. His hair framing his face perfectly. I suddenly had the urge to run my fingers through his hair.
When he looks back at me, and our eyes meet, butterflies start flying in my stomach. How can he be so perfect? But that isn’t the biggest question. The biggest question is, how could he love me?
I usually am not the type that hates themselves, and doubts who they are meant to be, but with him, I am. I feel like I am not enough for him, I know for a fact he deserves better and more than I can ever give.
I gave him a tour of the house, and he seemed amazed with the whole house. Every little detail caught his attention and he was mesmerized. Seeing him that way, like a little kid when he sees candy, made my day.
“Are you hungry?” I ask him. He shakes his head, but I still walk over to the kitchen and take out two breads and some cheese. I make him a grilled cheese sandwich, and set him down next to me.
I don’t know what he has been through, but with the look in his eyes, I take it his childhood wasn’t the best.
“Can I know your name now babe?” he asks me with a big smile on his face. I laugh realizing we are back at the beginning.
“Only if you tell me your name after,” I say. He smiles before shaking my hand sealing the deal. “My name is Luna. Luna Russo.”
“That’s a beautiful name, love,” He says. I blush looking down at the crumbs on his plate. “And since I promised to tell you my name, here it goes. My name is Lukas James.”
“Wait, you mean like the singer?”
“Yeah, like the singer.” He says, his head bowed down. I squeal and his head snaps up. “What?”
“I can’t believe it. You sing, that’s amazing.” I say. He laughs, his eyes sparkling with happiness, and he reaches for my hand. I look down at our interlaced fingers, and I feel at peace. I scoot closer to him and lay my head on his shoulder, breathing in his natural minti and spice smell to him.