chapter 06 | Fling

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"You're sleepy."


"I am not" I say, throwing my hands up. we were at his room as I watch a movie, his dad's mistress is downstairs so he had to sneak me in from the ladder to his balcony


Call me someone who climbs people's home to steal or whatever, I'm into it.


We lean against his bed as we watch this movie, what was it called again? right, the fault in our stars


"Do you think a love like that exists?" I nudge him from beside me and ask, he stays silent for a while and shrugs as a response "what kind of love? the ephemeral of a kind"


"No, the greatest love that they speak"


He chuckles from my remark as if he found it to be hilarious "I'm not in love,
how should I know?"


"Ahh" I nod "you're not in love."


"Yes."


"Why?"


"What?" he tilts his head to find my eyes, he asks me in a quirky tone as if he was expecting a more neat explanation


"Are you questioning my feelings?" I shake my head in denial "it's not like that, I'm sorry" he chuckles and slings an arm on my shoulder


He pulls me to his side and makes himself more comfortable, well, I'm not against it anyway "I have witnessed love in so many ways that you wouldn't understand"


He looks paler than usual today and his shoulders are slumped forward a little, but he's still moving "the first time I had my heart broken was because of my dad"


"Several heart aches came through the years following that, it's awful, I'm trying so hard to heal but it's so hard" he says, feeling ashamed


I want to say something, not just something, but to comfort him, to make him forget about his dad for a few minutes, but I can't think of it


This is why people touch. Sometimes words are just not enough


Our eyes found each other. Since I can't hug him, I wrap my arms around my own waist, holding it tight. his eyes drift across my face as if he's remembering something from it


he whispers "You broke my heart once" I felt a heavy mass on my shoulder as he places his head against it, I grab my waist tighter when I felt the urge to ask him about it


I broke your heart?


Why?


What did I do to make you suffer?




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