It was the next morning when I awoke again. I felt refreshed, amazing and ready to start the day. After all, I had plenty hours of sleep.

A strong pair of arms were wrapped around my body, and I woke up in the same position as I had been in when I fell asleep. I could feel Kyle's warm breath fanning against my neck, and it gave me a sense of comfort, reassurance and safety, even after everything that's happened.

I was desperate to go to the toilet, but I couldn't quite seem to move out of Kyle's vice grip. I wiggled slightly, but he pulled me further into his body.

He grumbled against my neck, sighed, and fell asleep again. I sighed in reply.

I wondered why my father hadn't been up to check on me, I wondered why he hadn't kicked Kyle out if he had. What did they talk about last night? It gave a sense of mystery, and I wasn't sure if I liked it.

I tried wiggling free again, I was becoming even more desperate to go to the toilet.

"Don't go," he croaked.

"Kyle, I need to," I replied. He didn't loosen his grip around me.

"No," he pleaded. "No,"

"Kyle," I groaned. "Let me go," as soon as I said this, I realised Kyle was still asleep. His breathing was heavy, his heart beating fast. He was thriving a little in his sleep, as if he was trying to chase something, catch something.

"You can't go, don't go, don't go, please, please don't leave me," it sounded as if he was sobbing slightly in his sleep.

"Kyle," I tried to coax him out of his sleep, I knew better than to try and wake him up by abrupt movement.

"You'll damage me, you'll kill me, I can't take it, don't go!" He pleaded in his sleep. He seemed strangled, as if his emotions were pouring out at the seams.

"Kyle!" I shouted. He jumped, as if his soul was returning back to his body, as if he had finally reached Earth.

His breathing was laboured, his heart beating wildly. He panted against my neck and I could feel the slight dampness of sweat on his forehead.

"What?" He asked bewildered as he turned onto his back. I looked into his eyes, his eyes were dazed, wide and alarmed.

I moved forward to him, his eyes watching my every movement. I laid down next to him, comforting him, just like he comforted me. I took him into my arms, because I knew he needed it.

I didn't talk, I didn't have to. I didn't want to ask him what his nightmare was about, I just wanted to show him that I was here.

"Fuck," he breathed as he wrapped an arm around my body in return. "Fuck, fuck,"

"Shhh," I soothed as I ran my finger across his lower belly. He shivered slightly.

"Please tell me you're here," he whispered stupidly. I wanted to roll my eyes.

"Of course I am, I'm not leaving," he let out a long breath. "Besides, this is my house, you'll be leaving if anything," I added in humour. Kyle's chest vibrated as he laughed.

"I don't know what I'd do without you,"

"Likewise," I replied as I looked to him cheekily. He looked better now, more stable, grounded and relaxed. I was happy I could take his mind of what was troubling him.

And I tried to ignore the building pressure in my bladder.

"Let's not go to school today," he stated.

"We have to,"

"We don't have to do anything," he replied. "Come on, we need to go and see Bill and Mary," his eyes shone with excitement. I didn't know whether he was more excited because he was helping someone, or he was excited to miss school. Either way, it was kind of cute.

"Really?" I smiled. I wanted to see them too. I wanted to meet Mary more than anything. I was immensely proud to even think about doing something like this.

"Yep," he popped casually. "I wouldn't go without you, my trusty side kick," I smiled in reply.

Kyle sat up from the bed, me still in his arms. He stroked my back lazily before picking me up as if I was barely anything and standing. He laid a kiss onto my forehead before setting me down onto my feet.

"Get ready, baby," he replied cheekily before making his way to my door. "I'll get ready over mine,"

"What about my father?" I asked wryly.

"What about him?" He smirked. I laughed before throwing a random shirt at him.

"You know what, don't act like it's nothing, he'd kill me if he found out I was truanting," I replied truthfully. Kyle shook his head.

"He won't mind, promise,"

"He's my father," I retorted. "And I'm telling you, he will mind,"

"Now, I'm telling you he won't mind, trust me, we're going, so get ready," he demanded. He winked before flashing his killer watt smile and leaving, closing the door softly behind him. I sighed in defeat.

It was maddening how quickly his attitude could disperse. One minute he was a mess, and the next he was like sunshine. I envied the way he took hold of his emotions, controlling them like he did everything else.

He wouldn't let his own thoughts and emotions take over his life, it was something to see, but not something I liked much. It was hard trying to figure out how he felt.

I quickly took a shower, and got dressed afterwards. I put on a pair of skinny jeans, converse and a plain knitted jumper.

"Hey, love," my dad croaked as if he had only just woken up. I landed onto the last step.

"Hey," I replied. I looked down to the floor. I looked extremely suspicious. "Look, dad, I'm not going to school today because Kyle's taking me to see Bill and Mary," I let out in a rush. My dad didn't do anything but nod.

"That's fine, have fun, but only the once," he replied. I nodded before kissing him on the cheek. I could feel his stubble, he hadn't shaved for a few days, I knew.

He still looked pale, his bags still evident underneath his eyes, but he looked just a little better than he did yesterday. He still looked run down.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked.

"Yeah, much," he smiled, but it didn't look real, it didn't quite reach his eyes, but I let it slip, just this once.

The door suddenly knocked, the sound resonating throughout the hall way. I knew it was Kyle, the firm and clipped knock told me so. I ran to the door.

"Bye," I waved before opening the door and meeting Kyle on the drive.

"Have fun, be happy," I heard my father reply before I shut the door.

Kyle led me over to his car.

Just a couple of minutes later, we were nearing the house. I saw the cliff and the amazing view, and even in the morning, it still looked amazing. The memories came rushing back, and I smiled.

Kyle took hold of my hand, just as if he was thinking about it too.

We neared the house and up to Bill and Mary's drive. Kyle remembered the way, fortunately.

We finally piled out together, and made our way up to the large wooden door. The house was made of old fashioned brown brick. It looked like a traditional house, all cosy even from the front.

After a couple of seconds, we heard movement, and soon, the door shot open.

"What a suprise," Bill let out. "Come on in," he said as he opened the door further and stepped to the side.

"Sorry if you're busy, Bill, we thought we should come and see you," Kyle said. I stood beside him, his hand still clasped around mine.

"I'm not busy, I'm so glad you're here, Mary has been dying to meet you ever since I told her about what you two are doing for us," the way he said 'us' made me believe he needed this too. I could feel the way he loved his wife, and that meant so much.

"We've been dying to meet Mary, too," Kyle stated and I nodded in agreement.

Bill led us into his living room. It was old fashioned but extremely homely. It had ornaments, family pictures and a loving vibe.

Sat on the sofa was a fragile looking woman. She had a blanket wrapped around her body.

"Mary, darling, you've got visitors," Bill stated softly, love poured through his lips. He didn't even have to prove how much he adored his wife.

Mary turned around in her chair slightly, wincing. Her big brown eyes met mine and Kyle's. They looked so caring and they instantly put me at ease. He wrinkled face brightened, and even if she had never met Kyle and I before, the way her face lit up nearly set me in tears.

"Oh my Gosh, it's my lifesavers, isn't it?" She croaked, as if her throat was dry. Bill walked over to her, took her hand and nodded.

"Cali and Kyle," he stated. Mary motioned us over. She tried to stand but Bill laid her back down slightly. "Don't get up, darling," he replied softly.

"I need to hug them," she stated. Her eyes welled up with tears and right now I would do anything to help her. Instead, I made my way over to her, bending down slightly and taking her into my arms. She took hold of me, keeping me in her arms longer than necessary, but I didn't mind.

She took Kyle into her arms aswell, and she thanked us over and over again as she sobbed against our shoulders.

"Thankyou," she whispered for the last time.

She finally let us go, and Bill motioned for us to sit down.

"We're happy to help you, Mary, more than happy," Kyle said softly. He looked almost taken aback, almost a little weak, as if his emotions were finally getting the best of him.

"I could never thank you enough for even trying to help me," she said. "I'm not ready to go yet, I want to spend a few more years with Bill, I'm only 63, I'm not old enough to go," she sniffed. "When you've got someone here to love, you wouldn't dream about leaving," she looked to Bill and he smiled back softly.

"I understand that more than you think," Kyle replied quietly. I'm sure Mary could hear it. She looked to me, and I knew she knew, but I didn't know how much she grasped.

"If you ever love someone so much, don't ever let them go for anything, because you'll never find that love again," she replied wisely. "I've been around long enough to know that many people die because they left the person they loved the most, maybe not physically, but they always lose a part of themselves they will never get back, and my advice is to just love your life away, you'll never get this life again, and if it wasn't for Bill, I would have been without my love, and I didn't realise how much I needed him until I was diagnosed," she spoke. "And it took me this long to realise just how badly I loved him,"

"We argued like cat and dog, so much, so badly we thought about divorcing eachother a lot of the time. We had our ups and downs, but even after we always loved eachother, and we always will, but we owe it to you, because you're helping us to love just that little bit longer, and to us that means more than anything," Bill looked to us, his face sincere.

Kyle squeezed my hand, and I knew he felt the same as me; raw, open, and full of emotion. Seeing it from the outside was more eye opening than ever. And if my own love for Kyle wasn't enough to make me believe in love, then this definitely did.

For a few hours, Bill, Mary, Kyle and I just sat and chatted over a few cups of coffee. Mary definitely had a sense of humour, but she had to stop talking sometimes because she ran out of breath. But that was okay.

We could see she wasn't in the best condition, but I knew she desperately wanted us to feel at home, and comfortable, and she succeeded. No doubt about it.

Bill even made us stand beside Mary as he took a picture of us. He wanted us to be forever in their minds, and he wanted a picture to remind us of this time. A time where we helped them, not just them as people, but we helped them to love a little longer.

And when we left, I felt almost distracted and a little emotional. Mary knew of all the events we were setting up to raise money for her, and she was extremely grateful. She wanted to be there, but she wasn't sure if she could. I hoped she could.

On the road, Kyle sighed. I looked to him.

"What's the matter?" I asked. He looked to me and smiled.

"I'm just happy, that's all," he replied. I smiled back.

"Me too," I replied truthfully. I was the happiest girl in the world. I was beside my boyfriend, and I was helping such and amazing couple.

"We'll start organising the events tomorrow," Kyle stated. I nodded my head in agreement.

"Definitely," I said.

"We should do a concert too, a few bands and stuff," Kyle shrugged as if it was a mere suggestion. I smiled and I'm sure my eyes shone.

"We definitely should do that!" I replied enthusiastically. Kyle took an amusing look at me.

"We'll do that then," he smiled. As soon as we pulled up on the drive. We both got out of the car and before I could move a little more, I was being crushed up against the car. I was now sandwhiched between the cold metal and the warm body of Kyle.

His lips were just mere inches away from mine. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

"Definitely," I breathed. "I feel it too,"

"I fucking love love love you," he let out a little aggressively. I knew he wanted to show me, he needed to show me.

Sometimes, I knew he felt lost, sometimes I was sure he didn't know how to express the love he felt, he couldn't get it out. I couldn't either sometimes, it was just too much. What we had was definitely over whelming, and undoubtedly crazy.

But I followed my heart, and it led me to Kyle, and I was grateful because I'm sure I would have changed my mind if I followed it, and I wasn't ready to be alone. Because like Mary said, you lose that part of yourself when you leave, and I was never going to leave.

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