who are you?

ARIA'S POV

Lights wound around the wooden slats of the window, and it did it in a way that screamed art, outside I could feel the rain drizzle.

The same rain that drizzled the night he was formed deep in my womb, then he had been nothing more than racing spermatozoa but now here he was standing right before myself, a person forged out of me.

His gaze came back up, acknowledging my face finally, and we looked at each other for a moment that felt like an eternity.

I could feel his grip slipped down shoulders to my back, I guess he feared losing me too as the smooth – softer pads of his fingertips brushed my soft ones, and making our heart skip a beat.

Yeah,” I could feel everything in just that long hug.

I breathed in how long he must have waited by my bed side, hoping his mother would be awake.

I could breathe in the fears he must have felt. His grip on me wasn't so hard, but it was heavy and immovable by his conscious actions.

It felt as though he was compelled to do this : hold