A few days passed, and Garrett grew stronger. He soon started walking again, and I carried on avoiding him. I mostly kept to my room. I'm not entirely sure why, but I know that I felt a lot of guilt. If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have been in that situation in the first place. As much as I wanted to, I just couldn't bring myself to spend time with him, and be reminded of my terrible inadequacies.
I was reading a book one evening, lounging on my bed, feeling sorry for myself. I heard a knock on my door. I stood to answer, thinking that it was Seth. How wrong was I. Garrett stood infront of me, and it made my heart ache and my chest want to burst. His hair was a little scruffy, and he was a little slimmer, but other than that you could never tell that he had been so close to death. His face was trying to control a grin, and I noticed that he was holding his guitar. It didn't click until he started singing. He was serenading me! He sang to me with his beautiful voice, a song that showed his love and the fact that he didn't blame me. I tried to control myself, but a tear escaped the corner of one of my eyes and made a river down my cheek. When he finished, he lifted his hand to my face to wipe the moisture away, and I let my face roll into his hand. I held it there, and closed my eyes.
I grabbed Garrett's hand and pulled him towards his room. He was totally bewildered, but complied. I shut the door behind me, then stood looking at Garrett with my back against it. I stared at him, then walked over to him, and pulled him into a kiss so passionate, I didn't know it was even possible. When we pulled away for air, he looked down at me adoringly. He chuckled.
"Miss. Fox, I believe that there is something that you were going to tell me... I do believe you ordered me not to die until you told me, and so I've been holding on." He grinned at me, teasing. I smiled back, and went onto my tiptoes so I was by his ear.
"I love you, Garrett Marillier. I'm in love with you." I whispered. His face smouldered as he lent down to me.
"I love you too, Aila Fox. I'm in love with you, and nothing is ever going to change that." Tears of joy started to flow down my face, and I pulled him in for another kiss, that was full of the things I could not say to him.
He responded to my touch instantly, and we both knew what was going to happen. I pulled his t-shirt over his head and we caught our breath as I ran my hands over his perfectly muscular chest and put my hands on his now fully healed scar. He pulled my shirt over my head, and we both rushed to remove the rest of our clothes. our need for each other was far to urgent to deny, and Garrett lifted me as we kissed, and took me over to the bed.
We touched, and kissed, and showed how much we loved each other. It was beautiful, to be joined together in such a way, to use our bodies to say what we couldn't, or hadn't dared to. He ran his hands over my battered body, and the pain that I had carried for so long ebbed away. He had healed me with his touch, with his love. When it was over, we lay in eachother's arms, as much skin touching as possible. I cried with joy, which confused him, but I explained. He looked at me so adoringly and protectively, I knew that I would never love another in my whole life.