Two months in, (now we were in the 7th grade) and I became nervous again. I was sure, pretty sure that I had fallen in love with him. Of course, it had been love-at-first-sight with his eyes but this was different.
I felt different. What if he didn't love me? What if he felt I was going too fast? What if he rejected me? What if he doesn't want that right now?
Shut up! He'll only be an idiot if he denies you now. You have hugged, felt the connection, maybe he feels it too? And if he doesn't, I'll teach you hate him.
Not helping Kira! Not helping.
However, that day as we stood at our usual place near a small yellow telephone booth, I opened and closed my mouth like a constipated fish, scared.
Breath got stuck in my food pipe (is that even possible), and a mild series of cough erupted, from inside of me.
Stupid idiot! Trust you to spoil things. Idiot!
"Are you ok? Do you want water? Babe, what happened?", Ayaan asked sounding so worried that it made my heart jiggle in my chest. I shook my head at him, as my eyes slightly watered, because of the force. And then I started.
"Ayaan....",
"Hmm?",
"Umm.... I want to tell you something...."
"Say na?"
"Ayaan...I...I...I love you", I stammered. And then looked away, afraid I would see rejection in his eyes. That was followed by silence and some more silence.
Finally, I looked up at him and a beautiful lopsided smile had lit up his face. His eyes radiated nothing but...love? He stroked my cheek with a bent index finger, and the trail burned all the way down to my chin, where he stopped.
"I love you too."
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Unrequited
Teen FictionThis is a story inspired from things that have happened in my life. Not all things are true but have an original base. Kiara, 21 year old college girl, bumps into her first true love (and heart break) at her college's fresher's party. The Horrors...
