You promised me the heavens, but you just gave me frozen wings and expected me to fly
-ArianaI hated him again. I hated the way he made me feel, and his pretty face. I hated how I suddenly had butterflies while watching him walk around shirtless. Everything between us before had only ever been born through hate. Although this type of fire ended up being a sort of unrequited love, sometimes I wish it would have stayed in a loathing state.
It was stupid things like the yellow rose when I woke up, taking me out for ice cream when I was sad, or even just being there to listen to me. There aren't very many guys in the world that would do those things. Ryan was special, he was different, respectful, and above all amazing. And despite all of that, I still couldn't find it In me to get back together with him.
"Why are you so hot?" The words were said under my breath when Ryan walked into the living room now fully dressed. His suit fitting just right, even with the soft green cast showing from under his left pant leg.
"You're staring," Ryan smirked tossing me my phone from the counter.
"Let me stare," I said with a little hint of blush.
"You can stare if I get a kiss," Ryan replied while I stood up walking towards the door.
"So, how long is this gala?" I asked changing the subject as we walked out the front door. Having a conversation about kissing Ryan was not a good idea. Lately it had been really easy for me to find reasons I should get back together with him. So, kissing him was on the table when it should not be, at all.
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Wilting Rose Petals
Fanfiction"I can't when you don't even care.." "I never said I didn't care!" "But you don't!" Once they were enemies, now they're lovers. Let's see what happens four years later. Have they been able to keep themselves together? Have the stayed together? What...