13 : The warmth of his arms

Haya

"I'm here", his husky voice came softer this time. 

His arms spiralled around my torso protectively as I sensed myself deeply buried inside his chest. The cosy feeling inside him emerged deeper. I couldn't hear my sobs anymore but my heavy breaths were still vibrating inside my head. 

His other hand started to go down as I quivered without reacting. He slid his hand under my knee, scooping me in his arms. I coiled my arms around his neck tightly. I was not leaving him. 

Taking the heavy burden on my heart, I was surviving for the past four years. It was tough, not because I was ignored and humiliated, but because I found no one to speak my heart out, no shoulder to keep my head on, no chest to embrace me tightly. 

I felt a huge jerk as I parted my eyelids and lifted my head, finding his