I Have To Tell You Something (d.m x reader)

58- Y/N

"That was very much like Macbeth was it not?" I asked unconsciously, but I knew he wouldn't get it so I tried to quickly move on after our silence.

"That's exactly what I was thinking the whole time." He replied, looking down at me as we walked slowly.

"You?" I started to ask.

"I read the play when you mentioned it." He corrected himself from all those weeks ago of calling it a book.

"All those weeks ago?" I asked, repeating the words of my inner thoughts.

"It took a few reads, and I even watched the film, but I loved it, and love the good and evil of it." He concluded and I nodded.

We kept walking along the shore, reminding me of the last time we were here walking along the shore, when we had to go and collect seaweed.

I held his hand just a bit tighter. His slender fingers wrapped with mine and around my hand, his arm in the front of mine as he slightly led us ahead.

I never knew he was so romantic in his way of speaking, or thinking, or in his way of acting, the way he held my hand, the way he looked at me and the way he talked to me, it made my knees weak, it made me want to scream of happiness that someone confessed their love for me and described what they felt about me just like how he did.

I took a peak at him, and he stood tall looking out to the water, the wind playing with his platinum hair, the hair I loved so much as it complemented him and his pale skin like the snow, and contrasted against the evil in the world.

He had looked good in his ballroom attire, with his black suit, now buried, he had black suspenders attached to his black suit pants and his white dress shirt tucked in. He looked good in anything anyways.

I don't know what came over me but I had to confess it to him, before I regretted it, and let him go, or we grew apart. He was the good one that I wouldn't let get away.

Suddenly, I felt some pats all over my body and I took my hand out, feeling it sprinkle with rain. We kept walking, and it pressed down just a bit harder.

He stopped us and let go of my hand.

"It's raining." He looked down on me, complete defeat and some hope in his eyes.

"It is." I replied, looking up, then back to him. I smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear as it slowly got wet.

He leaned into me so slowly and unnoticeably, all I could do was just describe his features in my head over and over.

"I think we should share a kiss." He told me and I nodded, unable to bring the words out of my mouth as his soft and warm lips crashed into mine so eagerly, both his hands grabbing my face as he did.

I felt the water crash to our feet and soak our clothes even more so and faster than the rain ever did, but it didn't bother us. I kept going, and had no intention of stopping.

He was everything.