* Saturday *

James POV

I went home at 2 pm I called Aaron to ask when I had to come. He told me that 15 hours.

I leave my home saying goodbye to my parents. I'm going to Aaron's house. I ring and wait for someone to open the door. She must surely be Aaron's aunt looking at me in surprise.

"Hello, is Aaron here?" I ask. She takes time, but she answers me.

"Yes. Who are you? "She asks.

"A friend," I say. She looks at me surprised, but she opens the door.

"Her room is..." I cut it.

"I know," I say, smiling at him. I go up the stairs and knock. He's opening the door. I see he looks normal. When he sees me, he smiles and takes me in his arms. I put my arms around him.

"Thank you for coming," He says. I'm happy to smile at him. I go to his room. He closes the door. I notice that his bandages are no longer on his arms and that his scars disappeared.

"Y...your arms," ​​I say, pointing to them.

"It's healed," He says. I smile at him.

"I'm so glad you're fine," I say, sitting on his bed. He sits next to me.

We talk about us in the past. We laugh together, but I think someone has comforted him before me. He smiles at me, he laughs and speaks normally. I'm glad someone has taken care of him.

"Aaron, I want you to know that your sister will always be there. You do not have to forget her it will hurt you even more, but it's better to always think about her. "I say. He looks at me with tears in the corner of his eyes. He takes me in his arms, I take him back.

"Thank you...Thank you for everything," He says.

"You did the same thing for me," I said. He walks away and wipes away his tears.

We smile and keep talking.

Alexander POV

I really wanted to talk with Aaron. I decide to go out and warning my father.

Going to Aaron's house, I see someone coming out of his house. As I walk closer, I notice it's Madison. I didn't recognize it with that fringe.

He gives me an unfriendly look and continues on his way. I roll my eyes and hesitate to ring at the door.

I decide to ring. The door opens. Aaron looks at me surprised and smiles at me. I notice he no longer has his bandages. It's been a long time since I had seen his smooth arms. I blush a little.

"Hi Alex, do you need something?" He asks.

"I just want to stay with you," I say shyly. He looks at me and smiles at me. He nods. I look at him surprised. I would not believe he would accept. I smile and enter his house. Nothing to really change.

"Oh! Hello, " Says Aaron's aunt. I smile at him.

"Hello Madam," I say. She smiles at me. I think she remembers me.

"Can I let him come to my room?" He asks to his aunt.

"Of course," She says happy. Aaron takes my hand. I'm blushing. And he brings me to his room. I go to his room and search his room with my eyes. I sit on his bed with Aaron. I really want to take him in my arms.

"Alex?" I look at him.

"Have you slept enough?" He asks. I look away and shake my head.

"Alex ... sleep is very important, what's stopping you from sleeping?" He asks. I look elsewhere.

"I did not come here to talk about me," I say.

"But I'm worried," He says. I shake his hand.

"If you do not want to tell me that's not a problem," He says with a smile. It's as if he could read my thoughts.

"Thank you," I say shyly. He gives me a worried look.

"I just want to tell you that if you have trouble sleeping, there is a medicine I know who is...." He wants to help me. He does not force himself. He asks me to prescribe a medicine to help me. I smile at him.

"Thanks Aaron, but I assure you I'm fine," I say. He hesitates, but nods.

"Do you want to drink?" He asks.

"Yes," I say.

"Do you want to drink coffee? Some water?..."

"Water is fine," I say. He nods. He gets up, but I pull that hand a little. I don't want to let it go.

"Do you want to come with me?" He asks. I nod. He smiles at me. I get up and follow him.

He goes into the kitchen and takes me a drink and puts it on the table. He opens the tap and takes the glass to fill with water. He puts it down and closes the faucet. He hands me the glass. I thank him and drink quickly. I put it in the lever.

We go to his room.

We started talking a bit, but the problem is that we talk about everything, but not about him. I want to know what he thinks, what he wants.

"Aaron, you don't like talking about yourself, do you?" He looks away. He shakes his head.

"But why??? You should open up more to others anymore, " I say. He looks elsewhere.

"It's hard to open up to others," He says. He moves his thumb on the palm of my hand.

"When we don't trust ourselves, it's hard to open," He says.

"You don't trust yourself?" I ask. He looks at me. His brown cocoa eyes are watching me. He closes them and nods.

"Trust is lost quickly and it's hard to find it," He says. He looks elsewhere.

Did he want to talk about me ??? I hurt him.

I start to feel bad. I can't stay in place.

"Alex? What's wrong? " He asks worriedly.

"Nothing," I say with difficulty. He shakes my hand and puts his other hand over mine. I look at him and he smiles at me.

"I wasn't talking about you, Alex, I know you will not do it again," He says as if he had read that in my eyes. I smile at him.

"I just want you to be fine."

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