Most days, people considered the word 'precious' to be the essence of their lives that was held on by the palms of their loved ones. Days that contained worthy people and happiness were the days that were cherished forever.

Facing my dad's picture in a big black frame, I realized that these precious days with him were worth cherishing forever. He taught me so much as a young kid till the day I grew up to where I am now. We used to walk to the grocery store for breakfast every morning, hand in hand, as people continuously envied our relationship and wished to have a fatherly figure like mine.

Levy helped the shippers in moving my stuff to his room as I looked out the window with my dad's frame in my hand for my thoughtful dreamland. I changed previously into Levy's black Nike sweatpants that were tied a hundred times since his body was bigger than mine. His arms wrapped around my waist as I snapped back from the memories my dad shared with me and I noticed that the boxes were in the corner of his wide creamy-colored room and the shippers went out as Mrs. Christina paid them for their work done.

He nuzzled his head on my neck as he kissed the spots that tickled me but I still had dazed eyes when I thought back to what could be worse than the Abergil family but he didn't answer me, saying that he wouldn't endanger my life again and promised to keep me safe.

"Princess, you need to go back to bed, you heard what the doctor said," he informed me as he held my hand and helped me with walking back to the king-sized black bed.

Levy took off his shirt as he laid beside me and embraced me from behind, kissing the nape of my neck.

"Levy, what if I couldn't be normal again? would you leave me?" I spoke my insecurities to my boyfriend out loud. That was something I rarely did but it was bugging me ever since Dr. Alana told me I had a disorder.

I turned my body so my face could be in front of him to see his genuine reaction. His eyebrows were furrowed as he glared at me, "you really think that I can be a douchebag and judge you because you had gone through shit? after three years of our relationship with constant breakups and makeups?" he snapped and I could tell that he was hurt from my hasty judgments about him.

"I don't mean it that way," I said as my eyes glistened with unshed tears, "would you leave me when I officially turn insane?" I asked as I gulped nervously afterward. I was the kind of girl that kept to herself most of the time, emotions could easily tire me out for I was a weakling with nothing but fake ambition and false hopes.

He didn't answer me, instead, he showed me. His body shadowed mine and his lips crashed against my lips in a long, passionate kiss along with his hands that grazed my waist and went around my neck to push me closer. I kissed back roughly as he groaned into the kiss and with his control, he pulled away so I was able to regain my breath from the intensity of the kiss.

"I hope that answers your question," my swollen lips were kissed again by his as he pulled away for the last time. "I would never leave you, heck, I am already insanely in love with you," I brightened up at his heart-warming love for me. I was sure that I couldn't find a single person on this earth to love me as much as he did.

"Babe, what will happen to school? when are we getting back?" I was curious about my academic life, I didn't want to repeat the year, dad would be disappointed if I skipped more.

"I talked to them, and they said that next week we need to get back for final revisions we have at the end of next month," he said with a grimace. "They told me I have to catch up and solve what was left of my quizzes but lucky for you, the bright A-student, solved everything so I need your help with me next week," he said.

"Yes, I can help you with that," I agreed and he gave me a peck on the lips as he laid beside me once again, pulling my body closer to him as our legs entangled with each other.

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"Are you ready?" he asked as he finished dressing me up with Adidas sweatpants and a push-up bra with a Nike logo on it, he tied my white converse and helped me with my hair.

"Yes," I cheered as he chuckled at my sarcastic expression. He knew I hated gym even back in school and he was making me do it now.

"Can't we just order chilly fries and burn some fat?" I suggested when we arrived to the gym he applied for before for his cardio training.

"No can do, princess," he smirked as he moved my wheelchair to an arms-machine as he lifted me on the bench, then he taught me how to lift the dumbbells up and down without losing focus. I started to enjoy this when Levy was behind me and I caught a whiff of his attractive cologne.

There was a busty blonde who tried to workout in front of my boyfriend purposely by the way she stared at him like he was a meal to her. The whole practice, she shamelessly checked him out as Levy's hands touched mine when he helped me lift the heavy dumbells up and down.

I placed the dumbells and moved my wheelchair to the blonde. "Hey, you, got a staring problem?"

She laughed. "I was staring at you actually, you looked so hot." I was disturbed as I quickly wheeled away and Levy guffawed at my embarrassment.

I just had to embarrass myself every time.