I'm A Stick Beside Him Novels & Stories

“Let it come for us both. Because I’m done hiding behind the walls you build. If this storm is coming, I’ll stand beside you.” For a long moment, he said nothing. The wind stirred between us, carrying the smell of smoke and rain. His gaze dropped briefly to my hand, ash still smeared across my skin, then back to my face. Finally, he exhaled. “You’re going to be the death of me.” “Then at least you’ll know you weren’t alone.” Something in his expression cracked then. He reached out, brushing his thumb along my cheek, leaving a faint streak of soot like a mark of belonging. “Stay close,” he said.

She didn’t know how insane I was going when I couldn't find her… Because once I started, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop. Instead, I sat beside her in silence, my fingers brushing hers gently over the blanket. Just enough to feel close. But not enough to cross the line I’d drawn for myself. Because for now, this was enough, that she is beside me. Even if she didn’t feel it yet, she was everything. He didn’t say anything after that. Just stayed beside me, his presence quiet and grounding. And yet, something inside me wouldn’t calm down.

he whispered. I don't know if it was the medicine or the warmth of his body but eventually, my eyes closed. And I know as long as he is with me I will be safe. He is by my side ,always. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Vote Comment and Share guys ❤️

the man beside him, replied. Micheal's face stiffened immediately.

I stoop for the stick like a man trying to pick up a dropped promise, and the world says: nope, you don’t get that one back. I hear someone shout “Two-hand it!” from the sidelines. It’s not encouragement, it’s description. I plant my feet and squat like I mean it. Thank God for small mercies. The right-hand stick is all I’ve got left: they may measure the same, but they feel different.

) Please help me, I don't want to die now. I pick up one of the moping stick and walk slowly towards the main door. I peep through it and saw a guy's figure, unfortunately, I couldn't see his face. I slowly open the door and when I was about to hit him with the stick.... He shout and dogde my stick. "What the hell are you trying to do?." He glared at me "You!!!!! You're here?."

"Your face is…did someone hit you?” "My face’s got shit all to do with you." I stepped around him and walked off. He jogged up to my side again, but this time he didn't speak. He just walked quietly beside me, eying me closely, assessing me. And when I picked up the pace, he did, too. When I slowed, he did the same, like a puppy sticking to its owner. His eyes were so there on my face instead of watching where he was going.

He mocked as I clicked oh my watch. A long stick made of iron was brought up from the floor. I picked it up and smiled at him. "The person who sent you over, didn't seem to have told you how far my craziness can go" "You can't do anything to me with that stick " He smirked and I scoffed. "Don't worry, A baby created by me, can hit with ghost, humans and demons" I smiled at him and smashed him with the Iron stick just in time before he disappeared.

An in-between feeling of both among the shine of the moonlight. “ Would you like to sleep beside me tonight?” My heart stops beating. “ Huh!?” “ I wanted to sleep beside you, but this barn is cold enough to make you sick. So, let's go inside and let me sleep beside you,” he clearly muttered before yanking my hand and dragging me with him.

he adds. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer until his forehead drops to my shoulder. His hands fist gently in the back of my shirt. I rock us slightly, patting his back gently. After a while he lifts his head again. His eyes are still wet, but the smile that tugs at his mouth is small and so heartbreakingly tender. "You're stuck with me," he whispers. "Yep." I boop his nose with a sticky finger. "Stuck like glue. Obsessed, remember?"