Mauerbauertraurigkeit
(n.) the inexplicable urge to push people away; even close friends or people you like-Elijah-
I can't breathe.
I'm breathless and it's not the same way I'm normally breathless around her.
This is different.
I don't like it.
I don't like the way my lungs have collapsed and my throats growing tighter. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing until all that's left is pathetic pants.
I don't like how hot my skins feel, how fast my bloods pumping. So fast I can hear it in my ears, feel it in my veins.
I don't like how my eyes are watering.
"Elijah."
My heart stops and constricts and not in the way it normally does when she says my name.
This is different.
A hand grips my wrist, urges me to spin around. I can do nothing but shove against it. She stumbles back slightly. "Don't fucking touch me."
It's harsh and rough and not at all how I thought I'd ever talk to her.
To Elora.
My Daze.
But this is different.
She stands in my front of me, blinks twice. I can do nothing but stare and seethe.
Because she standing in front of me, half dressed, and all I can think about is her and him. Standing too close, him leaning in, her half dressed.
Her and him. Together. After she kissed me.
"It's not what you think." It's soft and easy and is said in a way that makes me want to give in. But I can't. That's what everyone says.
It's not what you think my fucking ass.
"Fuck off Elora." It's whispered and hollow and my eyes sting.
"Elijah please." She reaches out, nearly touches me, I jerk back away from her.
"God, you're pathetic." Is what comes out, what I really mean is 'God, I'm pathetic."
Pathetic for thinking this could be possible.
For thinking someone like her could ever like someone like me.
Pathetic for hoping. Pathetic for falling.
Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic.
Biting my cheek I try and find the will to turn around. But she's stills standing there staring at me and I can't.
I'll never be able to walk away from her.
Which is a different kind of pathetic.
Because she had no problem walking away from me to go and find him.
I watch as she takes a step back, bites her own cheek, tears gathering in her pretty brown eyes.
Subconsciously I take a step towards her, my arms reaching out to comfort her.
Then he steps outside, holding her dress in one hand, a t-shirt in the other, and my insides harden all over again.
Meeks stops in the doorway, watches us, something inside me cracks and pours and no matter how much I like her my angers boiling over.
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RomanceLa douleur exquise (n.) The heart wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable To be loved is to be seen. Dual PoV Elora Daisy Owens Is a ray of sunshine or atleast she try's to be. Believing in silver linings and happy endings...