The eternality in our ephemerality

Chapter 42. I do strongly believe he does have a chemical imbalance.

He stood there. Leaning against the wall outside of the library. His grin was full on and he was about to release a laugh. I gave him a look and turned towards my book.

"So pride and prejudice huh?" He said still with a chuckle in between his lips

"Have you read it?" I asked him softly

"Maybe" he replied doubtfully. Wondering whether he should reveal his most dark secret. I smiled at the thought,

"You have!" I screeched. I was so surprised the main quarterback of football would have read such a dramatic and impactful book such as that one. I looked at the cover and smiled

"Why am I not surprised?" He said. His green eyes stared at me and my breath faded.

The pouncing began.

"What? That I am a helpless romantic?" I said and a smile was unmasked.

He grabbed my book and touched my hand. The same electricity flowed through me, the flaming tingling had just begun. I chuckled and he laughed from ear to ear.

"No, no. I knew you were a hopeless romantic. I was just surprised you could handle all of that passion and desire" he said truthfully

"What can I say? I am a pandora box" I said confidently

"Can't deny that" he said happily

"Look," he turned around. "I am so sorry if I ever harmed you, but please can we just start over?" He said truthfully. His eyes pounded fear and happiness, a glance too kind to be cruel too.

"I would like that," I replied.

I unmasked another smile where my white teeth could be seen. We kept walking towards the oak table. I was so distracted in my thoughts that I became unaware that his eyes were fixed on me.

"You have a beautiful smile" he said as he stopped in the middle of the corridor, his right hand rushed towards my hair which was now soft as the water had now evaporated from it. He ran his hands through my face, so carefully and delicately, his eyes stared into mine and I looked downwards. I could barely breathe.

"You should thank the brackets' ' I replied sarcastically. He laughed

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked

He doubted whether he should say yes but eventually got the courage to agree by doing a simple nod

"Do you have a chemical imbalance which causes your mood swings?" I said sarcastically and then began to laugh like a crazy person. He focused a angry yet funny look at me and managed to say

"No." he said truthfully. "But I would really want to be friends with you" My smile soon wiped out my lips and a decent one appeared. My cheeks blushed a little and so I looked away. 

I do believe he does have a chemical imbalance. And still, even with the possibility of him being and absolute lunatic, having a bipolar disorder or even in the remotest of cases him being a psycopath, i'd still would want to treat him. 

Thats how deep i was in my mess.