Getting Over Him

Smithereens

Pat's P.O.V:

I woke up feeling a bit over the moon.The day feels as if it's going to be better. A huge smile plastered on my face as I woke up doing my usual morning stretches without having a thing on my mind other than Pran's red swan that he made specifically for me. I stare at my window again without pulling back the curtains. It feels strangely intimidating to look at the window again. As if Pran's dark chocolate eyes would be staring right back into my very own dark chocolate eyes. I wouldn't be able to handle the heavy look of his eyes.

The dark pools in his eyes make me feel hypnotized, as if he has me under his control. Especially more so after he confessed! I can't handle looking at him, he makes my heart flutter and ache at the same time.

My heart thrums too hard, and too fast against my chest. It feels like it's going to break free from my rib ages and I'll just be left a bloody mess. While my heart will happily bounce around to get into the delicate hands of Pran. Pran will smile at me, a wide toothy smile which makes his prominent dimples show even more as he holds my bleeding beating heart.

In his hands he will play around with it, inspecting it like he does with anything that he's not familiar with. He will toss it up and down, and up and down until he gets tired from throwing it around.

He envelopes my heart with both of his hands as if he's going to protect it from any other external force that might try to harm it, and just when I think that I can be relaxed- he does what he always does to me.

He starts applying more, and more pressure on my heart which makes me be in further pain. My heart which is no longer in my rib cage, that flew out and left a big hole where it was supposed to be is now about to get crushed to smithereens by his hands.

He still has that gorgeous smile on his face, looking as innocent as the blaring sun that's up in the sky while he's crushing my heart in his warm soft hands.

And the pain just increases. I can feel all of the air that was in my lungs escape me just as my heart did. I feel as if I'm in the deepest and darkest part of the sea, and I wasn't left with an oxygen tank. All of my oxygen was completely denied from me. I'm struggling to breathe, I'm choking and trying to grasp at anything- reach for anything. I try to grasp at Pran's hands, I'm on my knees as if I'm confessing my sins to a priest- begging him silently and urgently to give it back. To give it all back...

However he stops smiling as he turns to me, his dimples are not showing up as much. All happiness from his face is drained as he tosses it to the ground beside my broken, and bloodied body.

Since last night I was thinking about how it would have been better if he never confessed to me. If we were the same way we always were- stupid, competitive frenemies. That way he wouldn't know that he has a key to my heart. I wouldn't have exposed myself.

My head turns slowly to the red swan that is lying on my desk, and I sigh. That's right, some good things did come out of this. We're more honest with each other now.

With that thought, I pull the curtains back a bit and see some more swans of different colors attached to my window?!

I let out a gasp in shock, and I fully pull the curtains back with a strong pull- and what I see takes my breath away.

He completely covered my window with the multicolored swans! My window looks like a rainbow now! And they have writing on them.

Put together it says, "Good morning! (:)"

He's crazy!