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chapter 15
(talk)

dejah wanted to slam the door in chris' face

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dejah wanted to slam the door in chris' face. but something stopped her. she didn't know what, but something was telling her to invite him in. every time she catches herself doing something she knows she shouldn't be doing, for example, inviting chris into her house - she tells herself to straighten the fuck up and to not let his words get to her in a way that she knew she would regret later on.

but if dejah was being completely honest with herself, she had begun to feel different, and that's when she knew she was fucked. but was letting chris sturniolo into her house, a bad idea? who cares, she's already in way too deep now, she's already sat down in her living room with chris opposite her.

this past week she had been so goddamn confused with everything, and so has chris. so naturally, this conversation that was about to happen was bound to be confusing.

"i never actually hated you. i just taught myself to hate the feeling i got when i'm around you, and as the years went by i guess the hatred for you grew aswell." explains dejah. it felt weird for her to be telling him the honest truth, as her whole life she felt as though she had been lying to him.

chris blinks. he literally just blinks. it's as if he was waiting for more, for more of the story to be added, but she never continues, "even when i thought you hated me, the fuzzy feeling i got when i saw you never went away"

dejah thinks on his sentence for a moment. went away? so the feeling was there before she started to 'hate him'. "i was so heartbroken when i found out you started dating tonya. you basically forgot about me. i had loved you ever since kindergarten, and when you started dating her, i was in the friend zone. you even became distant with me as you were always with tonya. i thought for sure, that i was never going to see you again and if i was being honest, i didn't mind it. and then you became best friends with my brother. i had to hate you, so that i didn't love you."

chris swallowed the lump that was in his throat as she spoke. his heart was beating at such a high rate, he thought it was going to beat out his chest. but the one thing that was going faster, were the thoughts that were running through his head. this sudden headache began, "last week, when i tried to kiss you. in that moment, i realised how much i actually liked you. something clicked, and i guess i finally realised that this 'fuzzy feeling' wasn't nothing and that it was.."

chris never finished that sentence, but she knew. "i really did mean everything i said earlier. i can't be with you, i'm sorry"

"and i also meant everything i said too! we can try again? you know it's true, you know we can make it work. it's going to take time, and i know that. but that's what i'm willing to do to be with you, dejah doe." he whispers, gazing into her eyes. his lips curl into a small smile before it soon faded away when dejah looked away.

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