Aurora
Sitting in my room, emotions swirl inside me like a tempest. Supposed to be mad at Rose for what happened, for the hurt she caused. But instead, curiosity grips me tight. I want to know more about Rose—her hopes, her dreams, the depths of her soul.
Thinking about our upcoming dinner date, I can't help but wonder what hides beneath Rose's calm exterior. What secrets does she keep behind those intense eyes? What dreams stir in her heart?
It's frustrating, this inexplicable pull towards someone I should push away. Despite trying to resist, I'm drawn to Rose like a moth to flame. I crave unraveling her mysteries, delving into her essence to understand what makes her tick.
As minutes pass, I realize maybe my confusion isn't weakness but a sign of something deeper—an undeniable connection or maybe the accident's aftermath, unsure if it's just a concussion or something more profound.
I've always known I'm attracted to both genders but never acted on it, never explored those feelings until recently. It started innocently enough—a late-night study session with a coursemate that turned into something more.
After that unexpected encounter with my female coursemate, I'm in a whirlwind of emotions. It's like my mind can't make sense of it all. At first, I couldn't believe what happened and how amazing it felt. It was this rush of desire and satisfaction I've never felt before. I was left speechless, craving more.
In the aftermath, I feel liberated. I've been stuck in this narrow view of what love and desire should be, but now I see it's so much more. It's freeing to realize that love doesn't fit into boxes—it's diverse and beautiful.
But there's also this fear creeping in. What will people think? Can I reconcile this with who I thought I was? It's scary, but I'm determined to be true to myself, no matter what.
Lying here, still feeling the echoes of our time together, I promise to embrace this part of myself with courage and honesty. I won't deny myself happiness just because it doesn't fit into society's expectations. It's time to live authentically, wherever that may lead me.
As I sit here, lost in thought, my phone buzzes, jolting me back to reality. It's Rose, confirming our dinner plans. Heart pounding, I agree, though details weren't discussed.
"Um, sure, Rose. What time and where?"
"It's at 7 pm, at La Luna. Would you like me to pick you up?"
My pulse quickens at the thought of seeing her again. "No, that's alright. Just send me the address, and I'll meet you there."
As I hang up, a flurry of emotions overwhelms me. Why do I want to impress her so badly? It's more than making a good impression—it's deeper, more personal.
Nerves about the dinner, not just about Rose, I tell myself as I prepare. An opportunity to mend relations with her brother, my MD.
But doubts linger as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Even as I convince myself otherwise, I can't shake the uncertainty gnawing at me.
Finally ready, I head to La Luna. Candlelight bathes the restaurant, setting a romantic ambiance. Spotting Rose, I feel a surge of electricity between us as I approach.
Taking my seat, tension fills the air. "I'm sorry for being late," I murmur, voice barely above a whisper.
Rose smiles, relief evident in her eyes. "It's okay. I'm just glad you're here."
And in that moment, as we sit there, bathed in candlelight, I realize I'm in trouble.
