"How are you Akira?" Grandma's voice is comforting.

I then realise how much I really miss it; miss the way she'd take me in her arms at the end of the day and how, despite every hardship, she'd try to find the positive aspect in every situations. I realise how much I truly miss my grandmother.

"I'm fine grandma. How are you?" I ask back, knowing her so well I know that she won't tell me truth until I force it out.

Her snorting laugh is enough to relax me, "I'm fit enough to race you, young lady. Don't think any less of me just because I'm old."

"I'm glad you are well grandmother. I have something to tell you." I try to keep my voice gentle when I come to the main point of this conversation.

"What is it?" She sounds suspicious just as I expect her to be.

"I met a boy-" I don't get to complete my sentence.

"Tell me you are lying!" She demands. She doesn't even want to hear anything about this.

But I can't do that.

"No, I'm not lying. He is good to me, grandma and I love him." My voice is soft but firm.

"You can't love anyone in this short span of time, Akira! You are forgetting why I sent you there so let me remind you that it is because of your studies and your dreams." She now sounds harsh.

"I know that but-"

"No! You listen to me, you are going to cut all your ties with that boy and forget all about this nuisance. Then you will focus on your classes and your grades. You her me?"

I knew this wasn't going to be good but removing Romero from life?

Could I ever do that?

I don't think so.

Because it'd be like removing beats from my heart and I don't think its humanly possible.

"I can't do that. I love him and it's impossible for me to not love him. You need to accept it and I promise that I'm not compromising my dreams. It still is my priority." I try to make her understand though I know it's as easy as to make a wall talk. She'll will understand and accept this whenever she wants too, not because I say so. Elizabeth Ray is mainly known for two things, her strong will power and her stubbornness.

She scoffs, "I am not going to accept anything and if you can't listen to me than there is nothing left for me to say." Her tone is final.

I take a breath to subside the rising agitation, "Alright grandma, I'll talk to you later. Take care of yourself."

I hear her furious huff before she ends the call without a response.

Straightening from my sitting position on bed, I walk over the sliding door. Opening it I step out in the balcony and reach toward the railing. Twisting my head slightly up and I stare at the sky as so many questions begin to come alive.

Could I be with Romero at the cost of my friends and my only family? Could I ever forgive myself for hurting them? Could Romero be enough for me or would our relationship lasts?

These are the questions that don't have any answers. Either I can leave them to be or search them. Though later seems like an impossible task. I'm confused and for time I can't see my path straight. It is almost unrecognizable after a wall standing on between and the wall is non other but Romero King.

I feel him before I see him, I don't think I could ever get used to the feeling his approach awakens inside me. Every single time it feels like a foreign sensation mixed with familiarity.

I don't turn my gaze away from stars when I feel him near him. He finds a spot beside me and look over the point I'm staring.

"What do you see when you watch a star?" I question him, curious of what a man, who always try to find negativeness, would find in such a positive fact of our universe.

"I see their loneliness. A star may be surrounded by billions of other but it is still alone in its world." His voice is distant.

I frown at his worlds, why can't he see even if they are alone they still brightens our world along with their own. "Have you ever related yourself with them? I mean, do you also feel like you are alone even when you are crowded with others?"

Without missing a beat he answers with gritted teeth, "Every fucking day since I began to understand the meaning of the word." There is a pause and then his tone softens considerably, "Not as much recently."

My heart jumps in happiness as though it can't keep itself at bay. It's the best thing I have heard since morning, a feeling of satisfaction washes over my soul at the thought of me erasing his isolation.

"What about you? What do you see in them?" He asks, without really sparing me any of his glance.

I let a smile blooms on my lips as I think about my current subject of fascination, "I sense belonging in them, a feel of acceptance. I want to have a place like them, a place where it feels I belong there. I want to find it."

When he doesn't speak anything for next few minutes I turn to to him. He looks so aloof, standing there gazing at stars, almost invincible but I know better. A sudden invasion of a thought has me frowning in curiosity.

"How was you meeting?"

"As usual." He shrugs as if it was nothing but that only confirms my suspicion.

"Was that only reason you had to leave?" I question before adding, when I see him tense beside me, "And please don't lie."

My word doesn't descend his body's tension if not add it further but he doesn't let me see his expression. I can see a fight arising within him and him struggling in it.

"No, it was not." Is his only answer.

I know he doesn't want to be force and I wouldn't have to if he would just tell me truth because this time I'm not letting it go. He was itching to get away from me, I know it because I felt it as soon we entered his car. I had my doubt when he suddenly wanted to attend that 'urgent' meeting because one thing I know for sure he doesn't like to compromise with our alone time, he craves my presence just like I, his. And now his nonchalant response for his meeting mere confirms it.

"So you wanted to be away from me?" I prompt him further.

This is when he turns to look at me. His eyes slightly wide with panic, his face scrunch in grievance as he rake his hand through his hair, "Fuck no! This has nothing to with that. Can't you feel my desperation to spend every fucking second of the day with you?" He sounds incredulous as if I should be aware of this and the thing is I am aware.

So this only confuses me further, "Then why?"

Letting out a breath, he mutters few choice of words, "Because I wasn't feeling myself at that moment. I needed to have that control back. You have no idea what I am when I loose my control and my jealous and anger were overpowering my rationality. I had to have that solitude to regain myself. I can't promise that this was the last time I would need to be alone."

He declaration clears my all my doubt and I think I even understand his point. I know what it's like to have no control over yourself, it's disaster and only a little space from world helps us. It still stings that my presence can be reason of that.

My eyes softens at the rigidness of his entire body, he is probably expecting something like refusal from me but little does he know this makes me love him more. Giving him a assuring smile I whisper, "Thank you."

I can't help but find it extremely cute when his expression changes so drastically. To relieve him from his confusion I add, "For telling me. Now how about some pizza plus movie time. I am quite hungry."

To say he is shock at my diversion would be understatement but he recovers it as he grey eyes fill with concern, "You should have told me before if you were hungry. Why didn't you tell Martha to make something for you?"

"Because I wasn't at that moment. So what do you say, pizza and movie?" I raise my brows.

He just shrugs, "Sounds good to me."

Taking out his phone he give order for our pizza after I tell him about my favourite one. We then go inside to the living room through his room.

Taking couch I send him a frown, "Which movie you want to watch?"

"Pick whatever you want." Is the answer I get.

I know what I have to pick, "Which one is your favourite?" I ask while going through the lists.

"I don't have one."

At this I halt and stare at him, incredulously, "You are kidding, right?"

He gives me a look that says you better believe it, "No."

I don't have any words to speak as I sputter, "But- but everyone has one."

His eyes turns cold and he chuckles but it's not the one with humor, "Not me. I can't remember the last time I watched a movie."

Jesus!

What kind of childhood did he have? Every kid should at least know their favourites. It's their right!

Though I'm itching to know more about him, I know this is not the time so I don't let it discourage me instead I determine to show him everything he has missed.

"Okay, so I have found a movie for today. Titanic, it's one of my favourite and I bet you will love it too because everyone does." I smile.

He doesn't speak just watch me for few seconds before getting up and going toward the door. That must me our pizza, I think to myself as I set for movie.

When he comes back, I play the movie. We take our places beside each other before having pizza.

Throughout the film I feel his eyes consistently on me instead of the screen. I try not notice when his face changes according to my reaction at movie, like when he'd smile at my laugh; or when he'd inhale a breath at my sigh of my amusement ; or when his face would confront one of displeasure at my grieved reaction for those who dies in movie; when he scowls at last when I cry for Jack's death.

He watches me more than he watch the movie and I don't know why but this fills me with an amount of joy. His actions and these little things are enough to speak what he doesn't say with words. I love him more for all the attention he has when it comes to me.

These are last thoughts before I find myself falling in deep satisfying slumber.

• • •

I feel something heavy on me when I next gain my conscious. Frowning I rub my eyes to see clear in darkness. As I try to move I feel something soft beneath me and I realise I'm laying on a bed but how?

My mind races to recall what happened, I remember watching movie and I think I fell asleep afterwards. Romero must have put me here, concluding I try to wiggle but a groan from above me stops my action.

I recognize the heavy above me is not something but a certain someone, my boyfriend to be exact. His hands are wrapped tightly around my waist, his legs are tangled with mine and his whole upper body is draped over mine as he sleeps soundlessly.

I smile despite my discomfort and run my free hand in his hair before surrendering back to growing numbness.