Forbidden Love...💟

Abort Mission Abort

Celestina's POV

"We need to talk."

My whole world seemed to topple over at these words. Nothing was ever the same. I look back on that day and time stops. My whole body froze and I started sweating. ABORT MISSION ABORT. My mind repeated the phrase over and over. This can't happen now. NO NO NO NO NO, CALL THE AMBULANCE. BREATH IN PUSH BREATHE OUT. My mind screamed.

"What's up?" I leaned back in my seat nonchalantly. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, very cool. My mind calmed down. Would you cool it? She didn't say anything yet. You have already lost it. She said and I quote, "We need to talk." Uhhh, rude. The amount of panic at that moment. My mind defended itself. We are still in the moment, it hasn't passed so shut up. Okay. My mind toned down.

"So, it's something personal and I can't talk about it with them around." Carlotta answered. ABORT MISSION ABORT. There is no mission and stop screaming inside my head. I am your head. Noted. Shut up. "I wanted to ask you about—" She paused to take a sip of water. What if she found out? What if she betrayed us? My mind filled up with negative thoughts. I wish I could kill you off. You wish. Yes, I do.

Although I appeared very calm and reserved, my nails dug into my arms where I had crossed it. I gritted my teeth and my eyes were beginning to water from focusing on one spot. I poked my tongue around my mouth. Fighting the temptation to bite my nails, I grudgingly waited for to finish drinking. How long will she take for water?

"Uhm, so, I just—" Carlotta fumbled with her words. Glancing over at her hands and face, I realized this wasn't about me. She was scratching her glass of water and fidgeting her fingers. She kept gulping nervously. Her face was slightly red although she tried to appear collected. Her eyes betrayed everything. Nervous to talk, it's something personal, can't mention in front of others, she is blushing.

"Is this about Alec?" Her eyes widened with surprise and she shot up in her seat. While she tensed, I relaxed. Mission is going well. My mind reassured. What mission? Life! It's hard. My mind retorted. Don't get philosophical. Carlotta needs help. Yes, yes, you will give her romantic advice. I can imagine my mind doubling over in laughter.

"You are asking me romantic advice?" I asked agitatedly. My mind may make jokes but it was the truth. I had zero to none experience in this. "Uh, no, I just wanted to–ugh, great, you know what..." I cut her off. "Don't start mumbling something. Let me just ask you something and you answer. Simple, enough?" She nodded.

"Do you like him?" I asked simply. Idiota.

"Well, of course. He is a nice person. I like him. I also like all our friends but is he special? Yes but so are the other guys. Do I like "like" him? I don't know if I have an answer. Even if I did, what will I do with that? I'm just saying, I don't mean that I like him "like him". I mean, it doesn't mean that I don't. Anyway, what is like? What are we—"

I interrupted her words by placing my hand over mouth. I pressed hard and she tried to fight me, I grabbed both her hands and locked it using one hand while I held a hand to her mouth. She slumped over in defeat.

"Dio mio. What happened to you?" She sighed and placed her head on the table. I let go of her hands and held it, rubbing it for comfort. Is that comforting? Shut up.