T.W: Abuse, language, smoking
Dahlia fell in love she generally felt a powerful sense of empathy toward her beloved, feeling his pain as her own and she is willing to sacrifice anything for him. She felt giddy and happy when she saw him all the time...
The day dawned crisp and clear. The piercing sound of a dove brought me back from the dead of sleep. I started to wriggle and stretch within my cosy, warm, haven that is my bed. As parts of my body were gradually turning on, I realised today was my big soccer game. I made my balance with the help of my elbows, reaching for my charging phone at the night stand.
I was already ten minutes late. Suddenly my bodys systems were all on go, at this I pounced from my bed like a hunting puma. I flew open my rack of clothes and chucked on some white shorts and a blue shirt.
I grabbed my duffel bag with my uniform and everything. The apartment living room was overloaded with the sound of a man informing those who watched the news. "This is Tim Donovan coming to you live from the streets of London. Breaking news of a brutal murder..." I flung a granola bar in my hand. As I was about to leave something had caught my attention.
With fear. Although she tried so hard not to look she couldn't help herself but just look at the screen confused. Was she dreaming? Did she hear the news right? Without delay her heart pumped the sound of fist punching her chest filled her ears, tears streaming down her cheeks, shaking her head abruptly. Not believing the scene in front of her.
"The unknown individual terrorizing the citizens of London has claimed a victim. Local high school student Dahlia Muñoz."
Dahlia flinched. Her brown eyes snap open. Marking her surroundings. She was covered in a cold sweat, shaking, heart pounding, eyeballing around the room suspicious and paranoid that the horror may have followed her here. Dahlia gets up cautiously, shivering, rubs her head and eyes trying to fully awaken. Her body shivering from the touch of the freezing cold floor.
She stumbles to the bathroom, looks in the mirror, cautiously, as if not sure of what she'll see. The sun shines bright through the window. Cars honking, doves making their presence known, and the tree branches dancing with each other. Washing away the vestiges of the horror, leaving her relieved to return to the mundane existence.
As she lost her train of thoughts her phone rang. She jogged to her night stand grabbing her phone. On spur of moment she had forgotten about the panic she had. No more cold sweat, no more shaking, no more caution, and no more heart beating at a fast rate.
The caller Id read partridge 🤍 she quickly answered.
"Hey stranger!" He cooeed. His voice calming her as well as soothing her, a comforting way she's never felt before not even with her own brother. His voice was filled with excitement. "Umm who's this?" She joked. "Guess" he joked back. "Mmm a stranger whom likes to feed me!?" Louis giggled. "Yes the stranger who can't let you starve."
Dahlia cackled. "Miss me louis?!" "Of course I do! Anywho dahlia I was wondering if you could come over for dinner. My moms been bugging me about you!" Louis getting straight to the point. "Are you asking me on a date?" Louis couldn't help but sneer, blushing at her words. His teeth coming in contact with his lips.
"Maybe...maybe not." "Well partridge as much as I would love to have that date with you I have to say no thank you, huge apology. I have my soccer game today!" She whined. Dahlia really did want to meet his family and have dinner with them. Nonetheless she for the time of being has been avoiding Louis a but. At least trying to do so.
On a daily basis she reminded herself that she can't have feelings for him, she can't fall in love with him, she can't be with him, she can't have a relationship with him. She could never ruin his relationship with Gemma. In spite of that deep down she knows that in her heart she has an attachment to him. She knows she is slowly falling in love with him day by day. The more she seems to hangout with him the more she develops some love for Louis partridge.
"Ooh then I guess I'll have to eat all these brownies by myself." He teased. "No no! Don't you dare eat those brownies without me! Ugh coach is going to kill me!" "Your the best player I don't think she'd kill her best player, huh?" "Your right!"
"Be ready by two, I'll pick you up at three! Considering you take hours to get ready!" "Hey! It takes me time to look very good, and Whoever said beauty's on the inside is a liar." Louis shook with laughter. "Dahlia you don't need to make yourself look very good when you already look very good." "Well I'm flattered!" She stated in a flirty tone.
"Now let me call coach, and tell her how I'm pretending to be sick, just to eat brownies with a stranger!" Sarcasm showing in her voice. "Well this stranger would love nothing more than to eat brownies with a complete stranger!" "Bye Louis!" She grunted, a smile meeting her lips.
"Hey dahlia?" "Yes Louis?" "Um..." "spill Louis" Louis really wanted to rant to her. How he felt about her. How he had broken up with Gemma not the intention of breaking her heart. Although Gemma was hurt, the only way she could let him be happy is my Gemma understanding. She really did love him. But she'd rather choose his happiness over her own.
Her words still running rent free in his mind. "Louis never forget how much I love you. I will never forget the moment I realized I loved you. But if you really like this girl. Don't ever let her go. Don't let anyone or anything stop you from loving her. She's your other half don't let that half leave or go."
"Louis?" Louis snapped from his train of thought. Louis knew he had to tell her sooner or later but he couldn't tell her just yet. He had something special planned and he wanted it to go as he planned. He decided to tell her right their and then. He had this huge hope that she would decline any guy who tried to ask her out. Little did he know that dahlia feels the exact same way!
"Uh nothing just excited you get to meet my mom!" "I have faith that she'll love me! More than you!" She teased. "Oh please she wouldn't even think of replacing me!" "We'll see!"
With that dahlia hung up with a huge smile on her face. Her cheeks burning up. Ugh stupid butterflies. Ever so often she felt like she was pregnant. Those butterflies in the pit of her stomach felt like a baby kicking her. A baby punching her for being an idiot. Not confessing her feelings. "𝗜𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗜𝘁'𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂." - 𝗔.𝗠.// 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂. (𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝘁𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗸)
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