WHITNEY

I was out.
Addams has put me out of his mansion, he was devastated by the pain.

I saw how he struggled to hold back his tears at the moment.
I damn fucked up with everything, I would have never left his side.
However, I understood the way he was feeling, the pain, the rage burning him inside, and I deserved every word he uttered.

I couldn't be angry with him, what I did, the way I had left him wasn't a motive able to justify it.

Even this avenge wasn't worth justifying this fucking act I had done.

Yet, I had noticed he was alone during all this time, I was delighted to not meet any girl at his side, I couldn't explain how I would have felt if it was the case.

I loved him and I knew he loved me too, thus I would never give up on him.
Never.

I would succeed to have a moment to talk with him, no matter what it would cost, even my pride, I was ready to lose everything, all that shit for him.

I was out, though I didn't go away, I must show him my eagerness.
I stayed in front of the gate, tired, though I must do it, for our love.

I begged the doorkeeper to keep my stuff safe cause the cloud was showing the rain coming, he was reluctant, but after a moment of pleading, he accepted and kept it discreetly.

I stayed in front of that gate, that immense gate, knowing he would be looking for me, knowing he always loved me and I would show him how much I needed him, how much I needed to be at his side.

Those moments spent with Petterson taught me a lot about the importance of every single move you make, everything had to be anticipated.

I knew he couldn't leave me there for so long, he loved me as much as I did, and it was impossible he would leave me in the rain.

I was On my feet, and after a moment tired, I seated on my ass, my back on the gate. I was exhausted, I have never felt this kind of fatigue.

'He is watching me.' I recited it all the time spent there, it was my way to keep on hope.

The cloud was dark, informing of the violence of the rain coming.

'He is watching me.' I mumbled again, feeling the first drop on me.

I was always seated, my hands on my strand, and the rain fell.

At that moment, I lifted my glance to look at the barrier, nourishing the hope I would see it open at any moment, with his husky voice calling me in.

I waited.

And waited again, almost an hour in the rain, and there was always nothing, not any sign.

Hell.

My tears started to be confused with the drop of water, I started being skeptical.

Was he no more in love with me?

Had he forgotten everything we lived?

Was there no chance for forgiveness?

I sobbed at every supposition which cruised my psyche.

He would have never left me like that in this circumstance, never.
I had lost him.

I cried louder the more I spent time under this fucking rain.

I had nothing to prove to him, he would never give me access to him again, not after this bullshit I had committed.

I had no more hope until I heard the noise of an opened door.

My heart thundered, and my eyes were on him, I looked at the black strands pushed on his face by the water, with his terrifying glance he burdened me as an angry wolf.

"Come in" His husky voice forced a way through the noise made by the thunder.

He said and whirled on his heels, giving me his back. He was less gallant than he was before though, what he had done was an immense step.

It warmed my heart to know he hadn't ceased loving me.

I stood on my feet, forgetting about how tiresome I felt.

He inched into the building, without glancing back at what I was doing, yet, I knew he was caring about me more than everything else and It was giving me a great sense of satisfaction.

I wanted to take my bag with me but the guy working there didn't agree, I insisted, knowing what was inside this bag but he stopped me telling me his boss had ordered everyone to take care of me.

As I heard it, my eyes were filled with tears, it cascaded down my cheeks. His heart was always filled with love for me.

I entered the building, and it was amazingly beautiful, the brightness and the disposition of everything.

However, I had to focus on what I aimed to do and explain my motive.

"If you are here now, it is because of the rain, have a good night, you will leave tomorrow"

"She will show you your apartment" He expressed, pointing to a maid and he went away.

He remained stoic, unshakable. I had to thank this rain for the opportunity it was offering.

I looked at him taking his way, and the maid led me to the chamber designed for the guest.

I left. Even if we didn't sleep in the same room, I had a little sense of gaiety, I would do, whatever had to be done to have him back.

I entered the room and the maid kept my stuff safe, arranging everything which needed to be arranged in the room.

I entered the closet, and took a warm bath, under the shower, I was fancying how Armand was acting right at the moment.

He was certainly mad, with a rage ready to consume everything, though unfortunately for him, I was no more there.

I came out of the room, stunned to see the maid with a shirt in her hand destined for me.

It belonged to a man, by the size, I knew it was for Addams.

"There is not another one madam, the boss ordered me to give you that, tomorrow we will do some shopping for you" The maid bowed giving me the shirt.

She couldn't believe the joy I felt by just fancying he was offering his shirt for the night.

I inhaled his scent and cut down on the bed exhausted.

'I will have him back.' I whispered to myself falling slowly asleep with a smile.