CHAPTER 298: Very Much Worthy To Love

He wasn't rejecting their touch because his body was rejecting the touch of a lady.

Instead, h\e was rejecting their touch because he felt like he was unworthy of it.

That he was dirty and that if they touch him, they would be tainted.

It wasn't only her who felt like crying for Nixon, the rest were the same.

He had hidden the reality of his fear through his jolly and happy go lucky attitude.

All along they had thought that he was fearing because of the trauma, that he felt disgusted towards all ladies out there.

Yet it was not digust at all, it was instead self loathing.

A bitter laugh escaped the lips of the guys.

As a child they understood Nixon to be caring towards the opposite gender.

If one were to read the definition of a gentleman in a dictionary, then Nixon was the embodiment of it.

His family groomed him to be one.

That somehow even though he was the victim, they could tell as of this moment that he didn't blame the other person, he simply thought that he was dirty instead.

The digust he always feel towards the opposite gender was instead a disgust that he must not touch them because he was dirty and not the other way around.

"You are not," she said.

At last, the barrier broke and the attack was going towards her.

"You are never disgusting, you have always been pure. You are clean. Please trust me, I am fine despite hugging you. I am not dirty or were you."

"STORMIE!!!"

Even Saphira, who was already on her feet, had risen her hand to stop the attack when all those furious attacks stopped just a hair away from Stormie.

Stormie could feel him trembling and seeing as he had calmed down a lot, she walked in front of him and cupped his cheeks.

She could see that his eyes have cleared up, it was no longer lost in the memory but was now looking at her face with fear.

"I am fine, you don't disgust me. Never will you disgust me, keep that in mind."

Nixon blinked as he clenched his jaws tightly.

He was fighting the urge to step away from Stormie's touch.

Just as she wanted to help him, he too wanted to be better. To be able to touch the one you love without any hindrance or repulsion.

To be free from the shackles of the past.

"Do you remember how I snapped you out of it back then?" she asked.

Nixon was disoriented but still nodded his head and in a weak voice answered, "Head butt."

Stormie rushed through that barrage of attack when they were children and gave him a strong headbutt.

"Yes, and I said, you have washed yourself. Washed your body not just with water but even with your own water ability. Everything is clean again."

Nixon nodded his head.

As a child he obviously have a simpler mindset.

"I know it's not, we are kids and think that dirty things could be washed clean by water. But Nixon, just as I have said a few hours ago and even now, you are clean. You are as pure as you were back in the past."

Nixon looked at her eyes.

"No matter what others say, you are clean. Because you didn't allow her to simply touch you."

He shuddered at the thought of that memory.

Those hands that roamed in his body while he was in complete darkness, just the thought of it churns his stomach over and over again.

Stormie moved closer and placed her forehead on his.

He is obviously taller that she had to pull him down getting back his attention.

Somehow, he was not as repulsive towards it as in the past.

Their distance were so close, the closest he had been in contact with the opposite gender for so long. In so many years.

"I still remember the condition of that cabin."

When they finally found him and barged inside that place, their eyes didn't only linger on the naked body of the woman and child but instead they also saw the condition of the cabing inside.

"It was filled with water slashes. You had fought hard and did your best, she was simply stronger but in the end, you didn't allow her to do as she please without putting up a fight."

The rest have walked over already.

"You are not disgusting or were you unclean. Those who gave in willingly are the ones who should feel that way. Because they let go of themselves after thinking there's no point. Because they didn't even try to fight even just for a bit. And the most disgusting ones are those who did it to the people weaker than them."

She could no longer stop her tears and they freely flowed from her eyes.

"So never think of yourself as disgusting or unclean or unworthy. You are not remember that. You are very much worthy to be loved. Very much worthy to love."

Nixon finally cried as well.

'Ah I see, I wasn't thinking of her condition alone that I chose to give up in the fight for her love. I was subconsciously feeling that I myself am not worthy to love a clean person and be loved in return,' he thought as he stared straight in her clear white eyes.

They were so pure, so clear. And he felt that they were sucking him in, purifying everything.

A whimper escaped his lips as his arms moved and he enveloepd her in his arms.

The softness and warmth made him tremble, not with the usual repulsion but with a different kind of emotion.

He was in rage a while ago, he didn't cry but this time the two of them hugged one another and cried.

Saphira sighed a sigh of relief, with this they have experienced another growth.

All six of them watched the two cry in each other's arms.