Liam's POV.
I had finally let it all out, let Madeline know how I felt about her and the reason she should stay away from me, and I wished things would become easier from now on.
But, no, it didn't. Her lips were still distracting me, so I needed to put a good amount of physical distance from her, so I moved back and sat on the couch I was previously sitting on.
I didn't know what the name Madeline meant, but it probably meant driving people crazy, driving me crazy.
Mad-e-line.
If you ask me why I am so obsessed with her, I have no answer. I have this unreasonable desire to get to know her better.
Was it because we used to be friends before?
Was it because she suddenly disappeared and reappeared in my life?
Was it because she was always so honest about her feelings?
Was it because I secretly looked out for her in college for the last 2-3 years?
I had questions, I wish I had answers to.
Madeline held the power of pushing all my right buttons, until I poured out the contents of my heart. I rarely revealed what I was feeling, but my wife sure had a way of making me say things I would have never said out loud.
I watched as she tightly clutched the blanket around her, staring at everything else except me.
Great, now I have made things way more awkward than how it was.
Out of nowhere, lightning struck, flashing on the windows. Madeline's head turned swiftly, almost as if she were afraid.
Then, BOOM, came the thunder, loud and strong, almost shaking the windows.
Madeline flinched, not the soft flinch, that kind of flinch that made her whole body shake. I frowned, 'Was she so afraid of thunder?'
As far as I remembered, Madeline loved the rain when she was younger, so why was she reacting this way now?
Before I could ask her if she was fine, the power went out, ''Ahh!'' she shrieked, ''Shit'' I muttered, I couldn't see her with the sudden lack of light but I heard her clearly.
Her shallow breaths, her breath turned heavy with every passing second.
''Madeline?''
No response.
She wasn't listening, her body wasn't.
So I reached forward, already blurring and erasing all the lines we just drew and promised not to cross.
I reached for her, placing my hands on her arms, and soon embracing her.
But Madeline didn't hug me back, she fell on my chest, melting into me.
She clutched onto my t-shirt like a child refusing to part from its mother.
It was not like I hated her being in my arms, god forbid,I loved it too much, but not in this state.
Not when she looked like she had lost all meaning in her life and was just a broken shell.
''Hey...shhh...It's ok, I am here...'' I slowly whispered, patting her head, my other hand encircling her waist.
''You said the same before...but...but...but you left,'' she muttered, tears streaming down from her face now.
A lump formed in my throat, refusing to go away.
''When did I leave? I'm so sorry, Madeline, if I have hurt you. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to.''
She broke down further, now her arms hugging me back, tighter, harder, ''No, no, you left! I saw you leaving! I saw your legs dangling!''
I frowned, 'This was not about me, was this trauma?'
''Madeline, I have no idea what this is about but no one is leaving you,''
But that affected her negatively because she hugged me tighter, her body trembling with fear.
I tightened my arms around her slowly leading her to the room, she didn't let go of me, she probably didn't even realise that she was being moved to another room.
The rain kept pouring relentlessly outside and with each boom of the thunder Madeline flinched harder.
I slowly put her down on the bed, she refused to let go of me, clinging to me, ''Please...please...please stay, don't leave.'' she sobbed.
My heart twisted, pain engulfing my body, so I stayed lying next to her, Madeline in my arms.
She leaned in closer hugging me, snuggling her head onto my chest. I patted her hair and her back, trying to soothe whatever pain she was feeling.
The power hadn't returned yet. The only source of light was the occasionally lighting that casted a white light over the room.
The thunder was slowly fading away or maybe it was my consciousness, but the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes were Madeline's red eyes staring at me.
I couldn't see her expressions clearly but I could feel her eyes on me.
I tucked a few stands of her hair behind her ears and she leaned in so I couldn't help but press a soft kiss on her forehead.
The kiss wasn't meant to be romantic it was comfort, a source of comfort.
Soon sleep took over me and now it was just me and Madeline, us in each others arms against the world or more precisely the thunderstorms that lay ahead.