78

78. A Gathering of Dead Men.

~Delmundo

We both fell asleep on the couch till the morning came. I woke up first and saw that Pamela was still in slumber. Her arms were wrapped around my body as she breathed softly with her head resting fit full on my chest.

I stroked her hair gently as I realized that I was more afraid of losing her than I was afraid of dying. It was the very first time I had felt such an emotional connection to anyone in a long time. I could do anything for her and that includes giving up my life.

It scared me so much to know that she had this control over me but I was too vain to admit it to her or anyone. I was always scared around her, afraid to lose myself lest I hurt her. I knew that if she left me, all that was hell would break loose.

I loved it here, this moment, this second, this minutes. I loved how peaceful she slept and how safe she felt in my arms. I was never one to open up to people about myself but anytime I was with her, I felt like I could tell