The Heart's Melody (TwoSetViolin)

t w e n t y : ily

// helo again //

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His cold hands clasped my wrist as we walked to his car. He parked a bit further from the gasoline station, so we had to do a lot of walking before we were able to arrive where his car was.

We strolled wordlessly with my hand still in his. No one dared to talk. I could almost hear my heartbeat ring in my hear. I was afraid he'd hear it too.

But hell, my face hurts. Luna really did take her all on me. My hair looks like a mess and I look like absolute shit. I probably have some scratches on my face too. I know my lip was bleeding, my area below my left eye has been injured too. It stings.

After five minutes of walking, I could finally see his white car. He takes out the keys and pressed a button and the car unlocked. I stood beside him as he opens the door for me. I enter and mumbled small words of gratitude. I watched as he go around the car and opens his side of the door.

As he sat down, a sigh escapes his lips. He puts his hands on the steering wheel, I stared ahead avoiding his gaze.

"Dette." He calls out.

I hum in response, still looking ahead. He doesn't move his arms.

"I'm sorry."

I turned to look over at him.

"Brett..." I say, reaching out to him. He leans his head on the steering wheel as he closed his eyes. I touch his arm lightly. I felt the electric shock move throughout my body.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, but this time, so much gentler.

My chest hurts. I couldn't let him bear all of these. I'm at fault too. After everything that came out of Luna's mouth, I couldn't take it if Brett shouldered everything.

"I kissed Brett."

"I want to apologize, too," I reply as I let my hand fall from his arm. He glanced at me confusion written all over his face.

"You don't need to apologize. I'm the one at fault."

I sighed. Brett is one persistent boy, and I know he won't accept my apology because he strongly believes that he's the only one who made a mistake. I did too.

"No, I'm-"

He cuts me off immediately.

"Claudette."

He stated. He looks at me dead in the eyes. Mine stared back.

"Don't apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for, baby," he whispered as he turned his full attention to me. He held out his hand as his warm palm grazed my cheek.

Baby.

"Please hear me out, Brett," I whispered back. He stares at me for a second longer. He nods and sits back, breaking any physical contact.

I breathed deeply.

"I'm sorry for lashing out on you. I didn't even bother hearing your side of the story before taking out my anger on you," I responded. I played with my fingers, and directed my stare on my hands.

He doesn't say anything. At the corner of my eyes, I could see him looking at me. But he's not saying anything. This went on for a while, until I couldn't bear the awkward silence anymore. I turn to him.

"Brett-"

Before I could finish what I was saying, I felt warm, soft lips against mine. His eyes were closed and mine were open in astonishment. I immediately closed mine and pulled him closer to me. I tangled my fingers on his soft hair. His hands went to my neck as he held onto me softly.

"I love you," he mumbled against my lips.

Those words were enough to send me off to ethereal bliss. My mind became a tangled wire, my heart was beating so loudly in my ribcage. My fingertips felt numb from the pleasure of hearing those words come out of his lips that were currently pressed against mine.

He slowly pulls away. His lips were red and swollen, his eyes glowed. They brought back the sparkle that was lost earlier.

Before he completely pulls away his face from mine, he stole another quick kiss that made me chuckle. As he retreated, a smile grew on his face.

"Fuck," I mumble, touching my lips with my fingers. The pleasure was still there, not wanting to go away.

I looked over to see Brett staring at me with worry coating his eyes.

"Are you alright? Does it hurt?" He says, holding my cheek.

I took the time to carefully observe him. His hair was a dishevelled mess, his lips were swollen slightly. They were moving, telling me something but they were nothing but light buzz on my ear.

"I love you," I muffled.

He froze.

"What?"

He said, holding my shoulders. "Could you... could you say it again?" He responded, his eyes widening.

I laugh at him. "I love you, Brett."

His eyes searched my face for any sign that I was just joking. His breathing became heavier as he took his hands off me, breaking any contact.

"Hey, are you al-"

He looks at me, eyes full of hope, and cuts me off.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Holy. Flying. Fuck.

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// aight pipol dis is only a filler chapter.

SORRY IF IT'S SO SHORT IM SORRY

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