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    I'd been tossing and turning on my bed since midnight and I still couldn't sleep. It was already 2AM.

             The heavy rain made a lot harder for me. I was sighing in my bed as a lightning strikes.

Pang! 

            I immediately pulled my sheet up to my face and let out a little scream. "Crap," I muttered.

   Before Eaton moved here, I'd been doing fine alone. Rain weren't this hard and scary like now. As if the heaven above ordered me to go to Eaton's room and sleep there.
He did said that if I couldn't stand the rain anymore, I could always come to him. 

   But, I couldn't. I wasn't ready. 

   I know that I was married to him and all, but ever since he confessed to me, I got very cautious around him. I never been in love before. Yes, I had crushes but this was different. 

   Eaton said the he 'love' me not 'like' me. Love was a strong word and he was so serious.
Maybe some of you think I should be grateful that a perfect specimen like Eaton loved me.  

   You would think; "Come on, Sarah Harrington! He's Eaton Lancaster! The hottest boy at school! He is smart, gorgeous, gentle, filthy rich and athletic! Why is so hard for you to love him?!"  

   But I just couldn't. Because, surprisingly enough, he was too perfect. For me. 

   Because every time I thought of me and him, it scared me.  

   For him to say that he loved me, as if I was a trash that laid on a sidewalk, people never cared until one day this person, Eaton Lancaster, saw me and picked me up, as I could be recycled. 

   And, I knew him more that other people. He was hurt, immensely, and I didn't want to hurt him more that he has. I was scared, if one day we decided this marriage wasn't a success for both of us and we decided to go to our separate ways, I was scared it I would hurt him more than he was now.  

   Eaton Lancaster was too perfect for this world and I was nothing compared to him.  

   The lighting stroked again.

            Pang!

   "Ah, crap. I can't take this anymore!" I was shaking out of fear. I grabbed my pillow and went to Eaton. Maybe he was soundless sleeping in his room and I could slid beside him. Maybe, I didn't have to talk to him. 

   My room was opposite of him. We decided to sleep in separate rooms so none of us would feel the awkwardness being together since this marriage was also total bull and money roller.  

I knocked his door.  

   "Come in," his raspy voice answered. I jolted. It's late and he still awake?
I turned to door knob and popped my head inside. I saw him on the corner of him bed, reading a stack of paper, probably a work sheet. "Um...Eath." My voice trailed. 

   He glanced at me and then paper and stopped and stared at me. He looked shocked to see me inside him room, hugging my pillow on my chest. "San," he breathed. 

   "I'm sorry to bothering you, but I can't sleep. The rain and the lightings...are just to much for me to handle." I didn't realised that I was crying until I talked.
I hated this felling. I hated that I terrified of lightning, and I hated myself for crying in front of Eaton. 

   "San..." Eaton placed him work sheet on the side table and walked to me. I didn't notice that he wore a white plain shirt and his blue pyjama bottom that had stars designed on him. I wanted to chuckle, he looked cute.  

   I was shocked that he pulled me into his arms. I wasn't going to let go. The curve of his shoulder were familiar and his broad chest was warm and the smell of cinnamon soothed me. I sighed in his embrace. How could I not love him? 

   I laid on the right side of him bed as he tucked me. "Aren't you going to continue what were you doing?" I asked and pointed at the worked sheet on the side table. 

   "No," he said dryly and went to lay beside me. "Why?" I asked. "It seems important."
He grinned at me and went to touched my hair. "You're my priority." He answered. I felt like I was going to blush but I held back.  

   The sound of heavy rain inaudible as we stared at each other in silence for a while. He was so near to me and our nose almost touching. His eyes were so magnificent in the dim light. It was blue and green, the colour of the sea, and his blonde hair were pointed everywhere, messy and beautiful. He sheepish smiled hasn't remove from him face since he looked at me. Eaton was in fact, beautiful. 

   His jaw was crafted perfectly, his cheekbones were hollowed and well defined, placed on his square-shaped face. His straight but plump lips were so pink and if I had the courage, I would already kiss it. His eyelashes were long as flattered, it wasn't fair because he was a boy and he didn't need that. 

   He shifted a little bit, I didn't realised under the blanket, our legs were intertwined. "Why are you so afraid of lightning?" He asked.  

   "When I was kidnapped, the kidnappers caged me in this small room, it was dark but there was a small window high above." I breathed and Eaton ran his fingers through my hair several times. I had to admit, it felt good.

     I continued, "It was raining everyday and lightnings kept strikes. Everyday, I kept praying that my parents would find me. I was so terrified, I couldn't.....I couldn't take it. The lightnings made it worst. I tried my hardest no to cry so that I could eat because the kidnappers hated when I cried." I stopped for a moment when I saw concerned on his face. "I lost hope the entire time. I thought I was going to die when my parents finally found me." 

   "But you're here." Eaton said softly. "And you gave millions of reasons for me to stay alive. San, you gave me life."
I cried again, not because of the rain or the lightning, but because of Eaton. He was so perfect. He was sweet and caring and I couldn't ask for more. Eaton was enough. 

   He pulled me closer, his arms wrapped around my waist until my head was on his chest, with my arms wrapping around his abdomen. We were cuddling. I cocked my head, my lips were almost touching his neck. 

   "It's late. Sleep." He sighed. I was so comfortable in his arm that I didn't argue. I closed my eyes. 

   His breathing were steady, so were mine. 

   "I love you, Sarah Harrington." He whispered softly. He maybe thought that I was sleeping. I could feel his lips kissing my forehead. 

   If I wasn't sleepy, I would've say the same.