𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛)

Ships Can't Sail on Land {Eleven}

"Blinded I wait,
The end is forming..."

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He doesn't move and neither do I. We just stare at each other in shock.

I wonder why he hides his face. It's covered in scars, and dents from whatever tragedy struck him, but it's not bad at all. I find myself tracing his features and taking in every little scar that I see. On his forehead, his eyebrows, under his eyes, his nose, his cheek, his lips, and his chin. Subconsciously, my eyes linger on his perfectly imperfect lips. The point is that they're perfect to me. And just looking at him now, when we're both caught off guard, I know that what I said was the truth. He can't scare me off, not when I think every aspect of him is so beautiful.

I notice a sudden flash of fear cross Sal's features, immediately making me choke out a breathless, "Hey," to reassure him that I'm sticking around.

His tongue darts out and he quickly licks his lips. He gives a slight nod then says, "Hey."

For the first time, I'm able to watch his lips move. I can see him when he speaks and it's so surreal, like something I've waited to see for a lifetime. How will he look when he says my name?

My breath hitches, catching in my throat as I awkwardly nod back.

Why am I being awkward? This isn't why I'm here. Ash and Larry threw me up here to talk things out with him. Why should I waste this perfect opportunity?

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"Listen, the best way I can put this is that I really miss you, Sal." I immediately blurt out, wincing when I feel that that was probably the worst way to start this conversation. "I know that you don't want to be around me anymore, but if you'd give me another try, I promise I'll prove to you that we can be friends and just that." I whisper, watching him carefully and awaiting his reply, if it'll even come.

He watches me for a bit, licks his lips again, and runs a hand through his blue hair.

Should I say more?

"We don't even have to—"

"I lied to you." He interrupts, his voice quiet as he stares at me with inquisitive azure eyes. "I told you I didn't want to be around you because I'm scared. The truth is that you're right. I should probably test the waters and try new things. I mean, here you are. You haven't run away from me like I thought you would. If that's not enough proof for me then I don't know what is." He pauses, scoffing times himself. "I miss you, too." Sal bashfully says, looking down at his lap then back to me. "I'm sorry I ever pushed you away, Emilie."

There it is. He said my name. Every syllable looked and sounded so perfect on his lips.

I can hardly contain the idiotic smile that threatens to pull at my lips as I stare at him. I know I have to be as red as a fucking tomato.

"It's okay," I start, finding it hard to even look away from him. I just don't want to. "Mind if we start over... again?" I chuckle quietly, realizing that we've done this more than once.

Truthfully, we'll probably go through this again. I hate to think that way, but we're both afraid of our feelings for each other-- that's obvious. But I'd go through this all over again for him.

A small, barely visible smile graces his lips just long enough for me to notice the cute dimple on his left cheek. How can someone be so perfect?

Seeing him smile gives me a certain feeling. It's like traveling to New Orleans and walking through the French Quarter-- a whole new world that you get to explore, it's exciting. But, that night, you're seeing your favorite band for the first time and the excitement turns into impatient happiness and admiration that brings you to tears the second you see the singer walk out on stage. Being with Sal is so familiar, but a fleeting familiar. A euphoric high that you're lucky to experience just a few times in your life. Somehow, I've found a person who makes me feel this way all the time.