As soon as my eyes landed on Sebastien, I liked him. As a friend. Despite the fact that his mother had pancreatic cancer that we all knew could have been passed to him, his smiles still came easy, the pearly whites flashing at you. I loved his smile. His crooked smile lighted up your day.
Our mothers were besties, and soon were we. When we first met, his family had just moved here from France. Even though he must have been as exhausted as his parents were, he just put on a smile and kissed my cheeks in greeting. His first words to me were "Bonjour, IamsebastienandIjustmovedherehi." He was so awkward then, only having his easy charm after he passed puberty. I had thought I would have to take him under my wing, scrawny boy that he was, and I did, for a good long while. Then he passed the awkward stage of puberty and he started growing out of his clothes, his hair growing out too in this cute floppy way. His shoulders filled out after taking up swimming, which just added to his 'tall, dark and handsome' persona.
In my defense, not only was he attractive, but he was also charismatic and kind. He helped old ladies across the street, defended the class "mouse" when he was bullied, and always gave a compliment. He noticed when I cut my hair, he saw when I wore a new dress. He could excite a class of lethargic teens, and his table was always filled with adoring crowds. He was charming and beautiful, yet he never forgot me. The scrawny mom's friend's daughter, with too long limbs, not curvy at all, and with an average brain.
He was my best friend, then he wasn't. He was more. Like Cassandra Clare said, love is not always a thunderbolt. Sometimes it's a creeping vine. It grows slowly until it is all there is in the world. Beautiful words about a beautiful person. I didn't like him as more-than-friends then, but as he grew out his clothes, his shoulders widening after he took up swimming, I started noticing things. Things that friends wouldn't and shouldn't. How enticingly plump his lip was. How his smile lit up the whole room. How he would bite his lip when he was nervous. (Then bringing my notice back up to point one).
I never thought that he would see me as anything more than a sister-but-not-by-blood, but then something changed. He started seeing me differently.
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Eternal Love
RomanceA heartbreaking tale to bring on the waterworks. Estelle loves Isaac, has and always will. He loves her too, or so he says. He showers her with gifts, make her laugh, and always, always, puts her first. Then he starts being... detached. Whenever sh...
