Chapter 65: chapter 65

Zeco's POV-----------------"I want you to stay away from me Zeco... That's all I have to say" Jeremy says, still refusing to land his eyes on me. I deserve it. His rage. But if I have to give up and stay away from him, I need a proper reason and I will hear it from him. "Can you give me a reason?" I ask, slowly. His beautiful face breaks into a sarcastic smile as he looks at me with accusing eyes. "You know very well why you should stay away from me Zeco," I honestly don't understand. When finally I'm trying to make things alright. Why is this happening to me?My mouth opens but closes almost instantly not knowing a proper word to say. Jeremy turns away from my sight and tries to stand on his feet but loses his grip. My hands are quick enough to grab his arms but they instantly get slapped away by Jeremy's angry claws. I grab him back and refuse to let go. His eyes burn in anger, helplessly trying to free himself away. He looks so different with his long hair gone but My eyes are looking for that particular reaction he always gives me whenever we get close to each other. His eyes would shine differently and his lips would part slightly, his heart would pound so much that I could almost hear it. And right now. Jeremy has that same reaction and here he is asking me to stay away from himself when he doesn't even know how to pretend. "Why did you cut your hair?" I say, running my fingers through his hair and then staring right into his ocean-blue eyes. "Why should I keep something that doesn't have any worth?" He mumbles back, eyelids fluttering as he tries to stare back at me. "I'm sorry!" I gently hold his hands.He frowns and looks down at my hand as if he is seeing me holding his hands for the first time and I see him gulp and bite his lower lips. I pull him against my chest."Jeremy, Give me a chance. I was a jerk... Please-""Zeco... Please get out," he cuts off my words with a very sharp of his own and pushes me with his palms against my chest. I release him and stand before him without any words. "Please get out," he repeats. -------Jeremy's POV-------------------This feels so strange. So out of the ordinary. The floor beneath me suddenly feels so foreign and unwelcoming. Perhaps I'm just being paranoid. Perhaps my head is still messed up from the accident and I'm seeing things. Perhaps the person standing before me and talking to me is not Zeco but someone who looks exactly just like him because Zeco isn't supposed to be this soft and caring. It's giving me chills. When I woke up last night, I told the nurse to not call anyone at home. I needed alone time before I could face anyone. It was embarrassing after all, to be taken down like that. Then my thoughts drifted to Zeco as I saw the bunch of lilies in the vase. There was a note with scratchy handwriting that belonged to Zeco."I miss you so much,"I felt so strange.It was so strange that I couldn't bear to think about him without feeling lost.In the morning I cut my hair. I instantly regretted it. So when Zeco walked in, I couldn't face him. And I froze when he called my name so softly. Why? What is this sudden change?"Don't come closer," I blurt out."Jeremy, I've been waiting for you to wake up like a madman... You can't do this to me," No, why would he be waiting for me?This is so strange. I take in a gust of wind. "I want you to stay away from me Zeco... That's all I have to say," And that's all I can say at this moment but then he asks me for a reason. There are a million reasons why he should stay away from me and maybe not loving me and still treating me like his property and getting mad when I go out with someone else would come first. But didn't I let him do it all to me without any complaint? I scoff. At my stupidity. And at his good acting. "You know very well why you should stay away from me Zeco," I say and turn to stand up only to slip and be grabbed by him. I slap away his hand furiously but his grip is something that I've never been able to free myself from. In the midst of that, he strokes my hair."Why did you cut your hair?" He asks. "Why should I keep something that doesn't have any worth?" It's like I've been wanting to ask this very question for a long time, it slips off my tongue without any effort."I'm sorry!" Zeco's words come out so soft again bringing the strange feeling in me. I'm not used to this. Then he slowly holds my hand. I look down, confused. I'm not used to this side of him. Has this side of him existed all along? Or is he just having sympathy for me?Then he pulls me into his chest,"Jeremy, Give me a chance. I was a jerk... Please-""Zeco... Please get out," All I can do is push him away to free myself from this overwhelming feeling. I stand before him with my head low as his touch fades away from my skin."Please get out," I say again but he doesn't move. Instead, he stands before me like a mountain. I dare not lift my face. "Jeremy!" I squeeze my eyes shut hearing him say my name pleadingly with a tone that hasn't been heard by me ever. I don't know what to say or how to react. What does he expect me to do when he suddenly starts showing me such affection? What does he think he is doing while speaking to me with such soft words? When all these years he is been nothing but rude and selfish. Am I supposed to be happy? Or should I be worried? "Would you believe me if I said you're the most important and the most beautiful person in my life?"Wait-"If I say I'm sorry for all the hurtful words and actions I've thrown at you and that I'll do nothing but cherish you... Would you believe me?This is a dream, right?"Jeremy, If I say I love you and will love you till the day I die... Would you believe me?" Yeah! This must be a dream. There's no way such words would come out of Zeco Alves's mouth.