How beautiful it is; to find someone who loves you, even when you open up your heart and show all the countless flaws hidden inside of you.

How lucky I felt; as we melted together as one, in an embrace so strong, I didn't have a single worry left with me.

With Seven beside me, there was no room for me to fear anything.

His soft snores are relaxing as I now lie on the bed, beside him; his warm breath on my bare shoulders are soothing to my worry-filled heart, and I can close my eyes with nothing but happy thoughts.

Did he give in...?

Even though I didn't want to think about this, some things could just never leave my mind.

And yet, I am so blissful, over-whelmed.. all the words to define happy combined, that was me right now.

Outside, it was raining. Not just the small drizzly kind, but the heavy kind of down-pouring that sent everything scattering.

And in the cold harsh night, Seven keeps me warm.

Even his most casual gestures shoots an arrow through my heart. It's so cliche to say that, and yet, there was no lie, none at all.

"Don't be afraid... We belong together." I had whispered to him, and I could swear that under the dimly lit lights of his room, his eyes shined brighter than anything else.

The same eyes transfixed on mine, making my heart throb irrevocably.

I was overcome with indescribable feelings with my own words... But I could tell that it was perfect, so true, and so right... Even Seven could not deny that.

"I'm so sorry."

And he had then pulled me towards him, his hands pressed against my spine; his lips so gentle but firm on my own.

How many meanings does the word 'sorry' have?

Sadness... Wounds?

Misunderstandings and reflection...

Regret, or reconciliation?

There are countless emotions deep inside of when someone says the word 'sorry'...

But Seven was the kind of person who believes that words are not enough to express what you are feeling.

He believes that it is your actions that make everything work.

"Come with me."

As our fingers had intertwined, I knew that I had made the right choice; there was no room for doubts.

In the comfort of his room, the way his kisses trailed down to my neck and left me wanting nothing, but more.

"I will protect you, even if it costs my life."

The way both our breaths had accelerated as we moulded into one... He didn't need to say the words back to me.

"I won't let anyone else touch you."

The worry that was plastered on his face when he had seen my hesitance... The way his grip tightened on my body...

"I want to leave you evidence... that I existed."

This was his way of speaking love to me.

I keep on heaving sighs of relief, whenever I close my eyes, I remember the expression on his face as he looked at me...

As if he was trying to express how he felt; not verbally, but physically.

And he had done a good job of it.

How had let out a deep breath, burying his face on my bare chest... How he had looked up when he noticed my body rising unevenly, his eyes studying me so much that I tense up...

The way his eyes go wide when he sees the tears streaming down the corner of my eyes...

"Why are you crying?"

Because I love you.

"These are happy tears." A smile forces its way on my face, and he rests beside me, ruffling my hair.

"Is this wrong of me to do?" He whispered, placing a hand over my body. Stiffening up at what he had said, I stay mum, not knowing what to say or do.

"If you think this is the right thing, then it is," I whispered back to him.

A small smile plasters on his face, and his embrace around me tightens; he looked as exhausted as I felt, and for the first time in my life, I watched the way he drifted off from consciousness to sleep.

And even now, as I write this log, he has his arm around my stomach... And I am itching to turn around to face him, but I am too afraid in case I might wake him up.

How beautiful he looks when he is asleep, and probably having only happy dreams.

That was all I wished for him, that he stayed happy, healthy, and unchanging; as he was.

Genuine happy, he deserved all of that.

And when I see the way his arms have scratches from when my nails had dug into his skin earlier... I am reminded of that fact that this was evidence that Seven and I had officially become one...

The way he wanted to; the way I wanted to.

The way we wanted to.

As I feel him shifting beside me, I can feel my fingers tremble at the thought that I would never, ever want him to read what I had written here on this log...

I'd die from embarrassment if he did... But I really had no regrets, no need to be ashamed anymore.

Did he wake up?

I want to see his face...

If being in love with Seven was like chasing the clouds, then I was on cloud nine.

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a/n; i kri ;-;