Deluged - The Teenage Love ✔️

Chapter 5

"Who do you think you are?What were you even thinking!? How could you even think of hurting someone? You punched the poor guy without even thinking of how much pain it must have caused him!", I said, shouting my lungs out over the call.
"No, please do us both a favour and keep your explanations to yourself, okay? I felt so embarrassed."I continued, not pausing for even a second, between my words.

"Oh No! Not at all....You tell me, was there any need for you to smile at me? Do you have any idea, of the spectacle you had created today in front of so many people.... everyone had their eyes on the two of us! What if someone recorded that? Or worse, what if the word would have gone around and ,my uncle  would have heard of it, would you be smiling then too? Why don't you try and understand when I tell you certain things, how many times  do I have to repeat myself to you?"

I went on yelling  at him, without even listening to his side of story( if he even had one) . My blood was boiling with anger but contrary to me, he was calm. I don't understand him, how could he stay calm despite me yelling at him?Instead he just replied with a, "Are you done? Can I at least speak now? Can I try to defend myself, your majesty?"

We are still like this...I am the over impulsive one, like the molten lava fresh out of the volcano, he on the other hand is as calm as the  settled water.
That day was...... well, in a way special for us, like he was finally breaking down his walls and letting me in, by trusting me with something very close to his heart.This was  the first time he told me something which wasn't as humorous and as banterous as he would like a conversation to be .

He started off by saying that some years back he wasn't the same person he is right now.
Though I knew it before handed, but now that he was finally opening up to me, I decided to listen to the full story.

He told me about a girl, whom, he had loved more than his life, and said that she left him for someone with power, and money, which he couldn't provide her with that time. He was so hurt, when he found out, that his first real love was unrequited and it was so heartbreaking that he stopped caring altogether. He started living off of some casual relationships, so in the end he doesn't get hurt.

It just added to his fuck-boy image.

But, where did this even come from. It wasn't what I was expecting..and it was completely out of context....I had expected him to tell me the real reason why he beat the guy up, and here he was about to tell me about the girl whom he loved deeply. Where do I even begin to join the dots between these two stories? I went on to interrupt him, but he held his hand up to keep me quiet and, continued to narrate the story which I wanted to hear from him, since the day I met him.

He told me how, his girlfriend cheated on him. He had found her in a compromising position with the same guy, for whom she left for power and money, and when he fought with that guy, for the love. The girl did not take his side and left him broken and distorted.
He told me that he had given his everything to the said girl, never had he even once looked at some other girl, since the day she walked into his life.

"I thought she was the one", he said, his voice reminded me of a puppy kicked out in the rain. I just wanted to hug him, and tell him that it wasn't his fault that the girl didn't see him, for herself.

That day was a mystery solver, I got  all my questions answered. Maybe that was the reason  he started going for random hook-ups rather than looking for a real, serious relationship.
I always knew that he was a different person, and I  believed that he is. That day though, we had somewhat grown close to each other, it felt intimate, him entrusting me with his story....that, felt emotionally intimate.

I felt valued, It felt like I mattered to him.  The first time he let me see him for the real him, the first day he let me in his defences, without even trying for the easy way out.  But what did he expect from me in return? Or did he even expect anything? Was it, his way of saying, "I am going to walk half a mile, and you meet me up there halfway".

I still wasn't able to understand , if this is what it was...or was I just reading too much through the lines. Does he see me for something more than a random one night stand? Or he wants it to be more? I needed my answers sure, but for now I am going to let it be for what it is. For the magic that he left in the air, because some things are better left mysterious without being questioned....they are just there for us to admire....and when times come we'll see if we are *meant to be* in the long run of life.

______

Do you think they will have a forever?