The night is long and our journey is bumpy and rough...
As long as I holding our hands together and walk along step by step...
I'm not afraid and neither you...
We are always in this together...ever...
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Cristan looked up at the dark black sky up there and let the heavy raindrops pour down all over his body until he was drenched and soaked. The air was freezingly cold at that time, but He seems doesn't care at all. Anger boils inside his heart and he needs to cool down his head after what he saw before in the main house.
Cristan shut his eyes.
Who knows how long has it been, when he felt that the rain no longer drenched his body and someone was standing next to him. Covered him from the cold water with her umbrella.
Arissa.
She's here.
Her clear, navy blue eyes are gazing at him with deep concern as she latched onto him. Hold his hand with the warmth of her hand.
"Cristan…"
"Let's go home ..."
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"Cristan, let's go home ..."
Only four words. So simple. But It could extinguish the fire that burning in Cristan's heart. Cristan's eyes look haggard and restless when Arissa patted her back lightly and guide him back into the apartment.
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To be honest, Arissa already knew something was wrong when Cristan took her to the backyard and showed her the rose garden that bathed in light. His eyes at that time were pitifully sad and painful like an injured animal while Arissa happily walked around the garden and observed every detail of the miniature inside the garden.
Then, when she accidentally spotted the arrival of a couple who approached Cristan, she knew that there's something wrong there. She has no good feeling about the woman who is so clingy to the man with sad eyes. Cristan's facial expression at that time was really unhappy. The look of disgust was visible in his eyes.
Especially after the man hit his face. Arissa, at that time, couldn't hear their conversation, but judging by Cristan's response now that let himself drenched by red with his fatigue look, she only can guess that this must be related to the couple.
They had been living together for about a month and a half but each of them had not communicated as much as about their private lives. Apart from the fact that they both had signed a letter of agreement which stated to not interfere or meddle in with each other privacy, Arissa also felt that she doesn't need to know more about Cristan's private life.
But, slowly, as time passed by, Arissa felt that fate was starting to lead her differently. They both began to mingle with each other without them even knowing it. When Arissa visited the Rose Mansion last night, Arissa knew that Cristan was not just an ordinary rich young man. Based on her raw guess, Cristan might be the extremely wealthy heir of a famous conglomerate. But it turns out, in fact, Cristan also the only biological child of Arina Levy. A philanthropist and president of the famous Levy Inc.
What has happened to him so he left his magnificent house and decided to live in an old apartment like this?
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When they both entered the apartment room, the messy room now looked so much tidier so that the living room looks much wider now.
Arissa has prepared a set of Jacob's long-sleeved pajamas and warm water for Cristan for him to take a bath. Cristan's appearance at that time was screwed up. His body was drenched by rain and very cold. His shirt is wrinkled and sadness is seen all over his face. He might be didn't realize that Arissa is there with him at that moment.
When Arissa picked up a dry towel, Cristan started to sneeze and shivering from the cold. Seeing this, Arissa asked, "I've prepared warm water for you. Can you take a bath by yourself? Or do you need my help? "
Hearing her question, Cristan quickly shook his head hard, took the towel and pajamas that Arissa had prepared before, and said, "Thank you. It is okay. I can do it myself .. "
Soon, Cristan went straight into the bathroom while Arissa is preparing a glass of hot chocolate for Cristan on the coffee table.
After more or less 30 minutes, Cristan came out of the bathroom with half-wet hair. The steam still can be seen from the bathroom while Cristan walked to the living room and dried his hair and hang the wet towel on the hanger. Arissa is waiting for him patiently on the sofa and reading Fashion Blast magazine.
Cristan sat across from her and took a glass of hot chocolate that had been prepared by her.
"Thank you ..." He whispered in a genuine tone.
Arissa just smiled lightly when she heard these words and stared back at Cristan, saying, "You're welcome ..."
As a woman, even though she has lots of questions in her heart about the incidents of last night, she knows her place. What does Cristan needs right now is a glass of hot chocolate to warm his body and a cozy bed so he may rest well. Arissa waited until Cristan finished his drink and then, she took the empty glass, rose from her seat, and walked away to the kitchen but Cristan's hand spontaneously held her.
"Please don't go…." He murmured. His eyes and expression look so painful.
Arissa couldn't ignore him in this condition. Not when he's at his lowest point. Shortly, she sat next to Cristan when Cristan suddenly leaned his head on the crook of her neck.
Smelling her scent that strangely, made him relaxed and calm down. Made him forget everything. Just him and her. Right here, right now.
"Please… stay…. "Cristan whispered sadly in her ears. Soon, Cristan fell asleep in her arms.
Arissa felt embarrassed. She would never think that Cristan's attitude will be this close to her. She thinks to carry Cristan into his bedroom. But, ouchhhh ...
Damn! He's so heavy! She's not that strong to bring him away. In the end, Arissa gave up. While she stretched her hand and half hugging Cristan, they both finally fell into a deep slumber on the sofa.
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"A home is not a house, it's a person ..."
In his dream, Cristan remembered the words for such a long time. He has no idea who said it first. But right now, he feels so blissful. It feels so warm and content. He forgot how long he had missed this kind of solace. A sense of being loved and cherished unconditionally by someone.
Even though there were dozens of women who had accompanied him to be his bed partner, no one else can give him this kind of comfort. In the past, only his mother used to hold him like this when he had a fever or telling him bedtime stories when he was little. It's been such a long time ago. Now, with Arissa, he felt the same.
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The morning sunlight peeked in from the window and illuminates the living room. Cristan felt a glare when his eyes narrowed briefly and the warmth of the sun shone on his body.
He got up and removed the blanket when he felt someone beside him. Cristan looked around and found that Arissa is still asleep in the same position from yesterday. One hand stretched out as she held Cristan in her arms and their bodies were damp by sweat.
Cristan couldn't remember why he ended up sleeping soundly with Arissa last night. He only remembers that night, he took a shower and drank a glass of warm chocolate that Arissa had provided for him. And, the rest….
He forgot.
Arissa falls asleep and breathed steadily. Her face looks glow and pretty much smooth without any acnes or black spots and her lashes are curvy. Cristan observed the girl who lay next to him inside his arms happily. For him, Arissa always looks like an angel who was sent directly from heaven just for him only. Slowly, he gave her a light kiss on her cheek. So slow that he wouldn't wake her up.
Until then, a pair of her dark blue eyes fluttered several times and saw a beautiful smile of a young man right in front of her face.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty ..."
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Live in the present, that gift is for the gifted
This what you came, this what you came for
You get what you buy, this what you paid for
So make sure the stars is what you aim for
Make mistakes though
I never worry, life is a journey
I just wanna enjoy the ride
What is the hurry? It's pretty early
It's okay, we'll take our time
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
And so are we
Make mistakes though
I never worry, life is a journey
I just wanna enjoy the ride
What is the hurry? It's pretty early
It's okay, we'll take our time
The night is still young
The night is still young