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Chapter 10

Dallas Everett

Dahlia looked at me, and finally blurted out a question. "Why are you here anyways?"
"I've been here the whole day sleeping." I replied as she leaned on the chair. "I was tired."
"You had a garage they said." she asked me curiously. "Mm." as I replied. A water dropped in front of my hands. I didn't know if it was raining.

"Aren't you hungry?" I asked, just to be sure. "I sure am." she replied. "It's better if I go inside now. See you around." She bid my goodbye to me and went to open the door. I heard a groan as she struggled opening the door. I fear that she didn't even look at the sign outside. "Did you even read the warning sign before coming in?" I asked. "No.." she stopped as she tried forcing it open. "It said, don't lock the door. Since the door lock was broken." I crossed my arms and shook my head. Her stupidity is her only attribute that I could remember for her the most. "Well, my bad. It wasn't hanging properly." as she rolled her eyes on me and sat on the chair next to mine.

Silence filled the atmosphere between us, to the point our breaths could be the only noises heard. It then broke down as she spoke. "Your life's full of secrets." she told me as she laughed it off. "You think so?" I asked. "That's why I want to know you." You don't need to. I laughed at what she said. It's a shame she wanted to know me. None of me were interesting enough to know. "I'm not a good person, that's one thing." I told her. "No, you aren't." she told me so assuringly that she told me confidently. "You don't know me." She didn't know any hidden secrets I had, and what I really am. "I know you, I guess. You acted so nice to me. You even comforted me with a cardigan as when I felt cold, and was shivering. That must make you think it's too early to judge. Then, let me judge you earlier as I can. My judgment isn't always wrong. Who knows? You are refusing to believe you aren't good because you haven't seen yourself do something good for once." Her last sentence made some sense to me that I got lost in her eyes, as I gazed into her.

She was right. I must have been so in denial to believe that I was a good person. No one even told me I was.
Nor did my sister, or everyone.
But to her, I was. It was the first time that I felt like a human with feelings.

"I guess that must be your second impression of me. First was me being a jerk." I looked at her and continued my sentence. "How did you even end up here?" She couldn't have come for no reason at all. "I wanted to get away even if it was for a short time. It's a mess out there." she said worriedly. "Tell me about it." I wanted her to open up even if we weren't close. "The gift January gave me.." she broke her eye contact with me and continued, "I posted it but then today everyone told me it was some dupe and that all the time I have been buying dupes of luxury brands. It wasn't true though." The look in her eyes was full of fear and disappointment. I felt sorry. "I have always been a people pleaser. I guess that's my problem. I hated not getting too much attention, even for the smallest thing." she added on. "The bag was real. She bought it. I haven't seen my sister get along well with the other batchmates of hers. Then you approached her, things started getting better for her and her smiles started looking so genuine." I added on. I had to completely admit that all my trust was on her. Dahlia was the only person I could trust my sister with now.
"I'll let it pass. It'll go away soon." her eyes had lost hope on people. "It will."

A raindrop fell on the front of my hands, I looked at it and informed her that it'll start raining. "Now, we have a bit of a problem." she told me, she was just wearing her uniform. "It's the perfect time to dance in the rain." She stood up and started feeling herself as she danced along the rain. I stood in the distance, looking at her.
She's beautiful as ever. Daisy. She was blooming. It's like what the poets say: a great woman can never be more than free. I wished that I felt that free from myself, but with her, I felt it.

The rain had stopped, and she came closer to me. "Are you not fond of rain?" Well, I wasn't. I hated the noise of the rain dropping to the ground and the thunder as it grounded the sky. It was noisy. "Yes."

"It's okay little boy." as she patted my shoulders jokingly. A loud knock at the door was heard. "Dahlia! Dahlia!" January came back because I had never updated her about anything. "It's your sister." I fetched my jacket and wrapped it around her body, as her shirt became transparent due to the rain. "Cover and warm yourself up." I told her. She looked like she didn't wanna go especially because of what happened to her recently this morning. "It's okay." I raised my hand and rested it on her head, as I patted it. "It'll get better." then closing in her jacket. I looked at her. Unexpectedly, she was blushing pink as a rose with her eyes connecting with mine. Looking at me with such a gaze I couldn't explain.

Fuck. I was weak. I was so weak for her smiles that hit my weakest part — my heart. Are these butterflies? But butterflies in the stomach was the right one, how should I describe this?
I don't know, but this is love isn't it?