❝𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺?❞
"just let me love you, all of you. everything that you come with, i'll love you regardless."
after having her trust crushed into...
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I hated this.
Walking around the once clear puddle that was now glittering with the gift of ice, I lift my head up. The sky was not so clear, but the little fragment of sunshine that would set soon made up for it. Winter had approached us, and I was not ready for the evenings to get darker.
As if the day could not get any better, Ivy went home early today because of a cold, which meant that I was stuck walking home with Felix.
The walk was strange, neither of us could manage to get a word out. I noticed that whenever Ivy was around, the two seemed like they could talk all day.
Despite my ears always flowing with music, his giggles with her echo in my head, as well as the silly voices he makes. I was bewildered at how Felix's deep voice could alter into tiny squeaks in just a matter of seconds. The duality of this man.
But with me, formulating words was just as complicated as understanding French. Though, it did seem like he wanted to say something every now and then, it looked like he was contemplating on the right thing to say.
The burdensome silence was too much to wave over, so I spoke. "You don't have to tutor me, I'll be fine on my own."
Complete lies. I did not understand a single thing happening in class.
"Oh really now? To have a teacher insist I be your tutor twice really does say something, you know?" he laughed. I hated that he could see right through my obvious lies.
"Hey, she just doesn't like me! I could be a better student if she were a better teacher," I muttered the last part in full pledged honesty.
"Well you're not wrong." he stated as his eyes darted to mine which only looked down at my feet, trying to avoid slipping on the frost beneath us.
"Of course I'm not, when have I ever been wrong?"
"Are you—Are you serious? Okay, what grade did you get for your last French assessment?"
He got me good. Of course I was not going to reveal my beyond embarrassing marks for just a practice assessment. No matter what my reaction would be, it would only prove his point.
Felix did not need to know that I got 3 out of 25 questions correct, nobody does.
"Screw you, let's just get going." he followed along, laughing.
"I knew it! Come on, how bad was it?"
"That's a bit too much to reveal Mr. Know-it-all." I deadpanned.
