What Is Love at First Sight? Love at first sight means that you feel an instant connection to another person, according to Dubrow. "Some people describe this as fireworks, others describe it as moments where nothing else matters around you when you...
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"So," Eduardo began, "how've you been lately? Anyone giving you trouble?"
"Oh, n-no," Zayn stammered, "not at all, Eduardo. Everything's been going well, and, um...." He blushed. "I missed you... that's all."
Eduardo let his hand fall across Zayn's back, muttering quickly as if almost embarrassed, "Yeah, I missed you too." Zayn was silent in response, only leaning toward Eduardo's warmth. "You're a good person. You know?"
"Why do you say that all of a sudden...?" he murmured. "I'm not that especially good."
"I figured you should know." Eduardo glanced at him before placing his hands behind his head. "Hanging out with a rascal like me hasn't changed you a bit."
"You shouldn't say that about yourself," Zayn whispered. "You're not a rascal. Just strong of spirit."
Eduardo laughed at himself and looked up into the sky, dropping his arms and thinking about all the things that had been said of him, and the stumbling blocks that still kept them apart, and the simple feeling that he was corrupting something pure whenever he hung around Zayn. "Not really. But if you say so."
Zayn slipped his soft hand into his. With a little smile, he stated, "You're so good to me, Eduardo. I can never tell you enough how much you mean to me." Eduardo held her hand and thought to himself that that was enough -- that if he meant something good to this one person, nothing the rest of the world said mattered.
After a few moments, they found themselves walking down the beach . Something was bothering Eduardo, although Eduardo didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to burden Zayn with it anyway -- he was supposed to be the stronger one! Still, his legacy of failure wouldn't leave him alone.
All the same, Zayn seemed to notice. She looked at Eduardo cautiously for a moment before murmuring, "Eduardo? Is... something wrong?"
"Zayn... it's..."
And at that moment everything came together, all of the magic and the hurt that had been building that day, and she locked her windows to be alone with him and whispered, "You can tell me."
It was like a floodgate burst, or some barrier of fear had been struck down. Eduardo shook his head and everything came out at once. "It's just... I'm just no good, Zayn. I can never do anything right, heh. I guess, I'm sorry. I just ruin everything. I'll probably ruin this, heh. I... forget it. I just can't..."
Zayn listened silently and solemnly. At last, when all the words had left Eduardo and her was at a loss for words, Zayn reached out to him and took a deep breath to whisper back, "Eduardo... I... I don't know what it's like, to live with your legacy of failure... but... I'm sorry, Eduardo. I wish... I wish I could help." Eduardo's eyes began to burn, and he abruptly pulled Zayn into a fierce embrace. Zayn's pools widened at first, but then he too felt overwhelmed by emotion and succumbed to the warmth of Eduardo's touch.
"You," Eduardo whispered, his breath hot on Zayn's ear. "As long as you're here, I'll be all right."
"Eduardo..." Zayn laid her hand on Eduardo's shoulder, pushing him lightly so that they parted enough to look each other in the eye. "The truth is, I... feel the same way about you."
Eduardo tilted his head forward, pressing their foreheads together, and whispered, "What is it, Zayn? Have you... been in pain, too?"
"Eduardo, it's..." Zayn took a shuddering breath and whispered, "It's just... this isn't right, Eduardo. I love you... truly, I do. But I shouldn't be with someone like this. It's, it's not what I was taught... -- no. What I believe. I don't mean to hurt you. I know it hurts, Eduardo. It hurts, Eduardo, for me too. That's... that's why I won't leave you. But still, I feel such guilt...."
Eduardo placed his hands on Zayn's Buttcheeks, stroking her cheekbone as he soothed, "Zayn... you're not alone. I know what it's like -- it happened to me too. I know that pain. My principles, until lately held dear,... sometimes it still comes back to haunt me. I know it's not easy." Eduardo placed his hands on Zayn's shoulders. They held each other as tears trickled down cheeks and dripped onto the shifting sands to be carried away into the sea. With time and soothing embraces, their pain dissipated into a mist swept out by the ocean breeze and into the setting sun.
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