AMELIA'S POV
I spent the whole day staying under the shade of the tree. This is where I find my peace in the midst of the chaos.
Instead of dealing with those problems, I'd like to just run away from them. It's not that it's something that I would like to do, it's just that I don't feel like I have the energy to face them since everything feels so tiring to me.
I tapped my face over and over again.
"should I go back now?" I asked myself.
"yes" someone answered.
In my shock, I looked back without even thinking anything. And in my surprise, I saw Philip. He's holding some paper bag and he looks so tired.
I looked at him and he looks so exhausted. He's covered with sweat but still, he have that smile on his face which constantly makes me smile too.
"you're here" I said.
"because you're here" he answered. He sat down beside me.
"why did you ran away?" he asked while wiping away his sweat.
"am I obliged to answer that?" I asked.
"no," he answered and looked at me ,"I know in my heart that you have a problem and if you don't want to talk about it, it's definitely fine with me as well"
I sighed and then tears started to drop again.
I can see from my peripheral vision that he looks at me in shock.
"hey, hey. What's going on?" he asked and he made me face him. He held my cheeks and made me face him.
I just shook my head, not planning on telling him reason why my chest feels heavy, why I'm crying, and why I am sad.
"shhh, just cry. Go on, cry. Tomorrow, I'll forget about it so for now, just cry. Okay?" I heared him but I chose not to answer.
I covered my face with both of my palms and I felt his hands over my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. He hugged me and tapped my back lightly while saying words I couldn't even understand as I chose not to understand.
PHILIP'S POV
Seeing Amelia cry makes my heart break. I don't like to see her cry, I don't like to see her like this.
I gently tapped his back as she continue to cry into my shoulders.
"you're a strong woman. And a strong woman cab be weak too. Crying is fine, you can cry to me. I won't judge" I continue to talk.
And moments later, I felt that she stopped crying so I stopped talking too.
I silence hugged the both of us, all we hear are the leaves of the tree being caught by the wind.
It's silent but I can't feel any uncomfortableness. This is where I want, her into my arms.
"just cry okay, I'll be your cry buddy. I won't judge" I said.
And then the next moment that she did made my heart race more. Her, being in my arms makes my heart race but what happened next made my heart go crazier.
She hugged me back.
For a moment, I froze.
Amelia's hugging me?
Amelia's hugging me!!
I could die.
How lucky am I.
"Philip?" I heared her asked. And at that, I came back to the reality. I'm hugging her and she's hugging me back. This is the reality. I literally could die.
"hmm?" I asked.
"are you nervous? your heart feels crazy" she asked and I felt how she put his small hands on where my heart is.
She moved away from the hug and looked at me. I'm still holding her though — by her back. She just moved away a bit to look me in the eye.
"did something happened? your heart is racing" she asked.
I saw how tired her eyes are but she still managed to ask me if something happened to me.
"nothing. Come on, don't think about me" I said and pulled her again for a hug. She didn't argued about it, instead she hugged me back again and it feels so surreal ,"think about yourself. I can handle myself don't worry"
We stayed like that and I still can feel her hands on my heart. Maybe she's still wondering on why my heart races like that.
"Philip?" I heared her asked again.
"hmm?" I responded.
"I'm tired" she said. I looked at her since she's lying on my chest ,"can I sleep here?"
Can I sleep here?
Can I sleep here?
Can I sleep here?
Can I sleep here?
Can I sleep here?
Those words continued to go on repeat on my head like a broken radio.
"no?" she asked again.
"n-no. I mean, yes go on. You can sleep here" I answered.
"okay" she just answered and she closed her eyes.
Good thing I am leaning on the tree, I won't get tired. Well, I won't get tired if it's Amelia. I won't get tired if it's for Amelia.
I watched her sleep, she must be really tired.
Things must be really tired for her. I wonder what really happened. But as of now, I'll just let her rest. I won't push her to talk about things that makes her feel sad.
But I hope that in the near future, she'll get comfortable for saying those things that bother her to me.
Let's just hope for the best. And for now that she doesn't want to talk about it, I'll let her do that.
I'll just be here with her — always.
It's already afternoon and it's almost golden hour. The sky turns into different colors.
I looked at Amelia who's already asleep, she's so cute when sleeping. Her hands are still on my chest and here I am hugging her. I never imagined that something like this would happen. This is far beyond my imagination.
This is the best feeling ever. I looked at Amelia and gently tap her head.
Holding my love in my arms while watching the sky change it's colors — while the sun sets.