"Everything comes with a sacrifice, deal, or benefit, however for some reason I can't figure out if I'm either of those."
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Love is not so dangerous and that is one thing Starr Marie was not aware of when entering her...
"No, Issac," I calm him. "You didn't have to risk your life for me. You didn't have to do anything. We've just met that day and the next day... you made it your plan to save me," I reminisce about that dreadful day. And it still haunts me at the back of my mind.
"You are my boss," He defends his honorable actions. "I had to."
"Honestly Issac," I say a little louder than normal. "You don't have to do shit. Even if I have this fancy ass title. I would appreciate you to do it, but you weren't put on this earth to listen or take orders from me."
He sighs. "I respect you and the oath."
"And I..." I pause. "I want the best for you and your family."
He stares at me in silence. Not saying a word. Focusing on the words that have just left my mouth. I sat and thought about things that are happening right now. But, I began to realize all the things that have been fixed.
Patience.
One thing I need to work on.
It is hard waiting on something that could have been done in seconds, minutes, or even hours ago. It's like standing in time.
Issac brings me out of my thoughts, "I hope you don't mind me serving you a 'thank you' as well."
I turn and look over my shoulder to see his face. It was saddened. "For what?" I question him.
"For caring for me. For apologizing. For wanting the best for everyone. For being you," He says softly.
I let a gentle smile appear on my lips. "I think meeting you has become one of the best decisions I made."
He smiles, taking in my comment. "I agree."
His smiles lingers at me. I cross my leg in a hurry, avoiding the awkward silence that over came us. As if the pain of seeing Issac in his condition wasn't enough, I afflicted pain on my open wound by landing my leg just above it.
I groan in pain. "Shit," I say because I forgot that I overcame that incident.
"Starr. Are you hurt?" Issac ask, only for the reason that I've been trying to hide my injury and to not look none other than weak.
It's been 3 days and I was tired of feeling helpless. Tired of feeling like I was everyone's pathetic patient. Honestly, I wanted to do things on my own. Be independent. Not dependent on everyone.
"Wait," I say stopping Issac in his tracks as he rushes over to me. "I'm fine," I rest my hands on the bed, beginning to pull myself up.
The pain of the stitches were ticking my leg, but the pain itself was existent. I think I only felt paying when I pulled in the stitches.
"Starr," Issac says grabbing onto my arm.
I wave him off. "If you can do it... then I can to."
Pulling myself up to my two feet, my stance felt different. It has a slight feeling of irregularity. I felt as though I was standing on a new leg once again.
I take a step forward, using my left leg, which is my non-injured leg. Following, I bring my other before me. I close my eyes before it touches the floor afraid I would feel the pain I just afflicted onto myself.
My foot landed on the floor peacefully and not painful at all. I open my eyes in surprise. I take two more steps. "And I think it's back to normal," I laugh.
I turn around and look at Issac. A smile was planted on his face. "This is why you would be a great heir."
Playfully rolling my eyes, "Because I can walk?"
"Because you did something you thought would hurt you," He explains. "Overcoming a task even when expected pain was going to occur."
I tilt my head in slight confusion.
Every time he speaks of me... he speaks as if he is praising me. He has yet to say one mean word or comment that rubbed me the wrong way. All I've gotten was positivity.
And I'm not complaining about it.
It's just.... I'm not that perfect.
"Why do you see so much good in me?" I finally speak up. Shifting to the hurt leg to see if my balance coordination is still good.
He sighs. "Why not?" I shrug my shoulders. "You're perfect and you don't even know it."
"No one's perfect Issac," I inform him. I began lining my finger tips against the stitches, still, no pain. "Perfection doesn't exist in this life... maybe another one."
He laughs. "That's true, but you are pretty damn close to it, whether if you're living this life or not. Do you know what percent it says on the Lysol spray bottle?"
"99.9%," I respond awkwardly, trying to understand how that relates to anything.
"That's what I mean," He says in a soft tone. "If I could describe you with a perfect percentage, it'll be 99.9%."
I nod my head taking in his words. Finally finding my voice, I look him in his eyes. "You are the most humble person I've ever met. And it's crazy because you value and see things far better than anyone."
He doesn't answer again.
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Issac and Starr's relationship is finally coming together as we wished.
Issac is a real good guy... ig!
A/ Thank you for reading chapter 89. See you in the next chapter <3
