just you and i

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the next day was odd. Oli nearly refused to speak to me, not as if he was mad but because he just... didn't want to. He usually isn't like this, normally very talkative but in the same sense shy. He sat around the flat and stayed on his phone most of the time. I steered clear of him, afraid he was in a shitty mood or something.

I let him be, while quietly observing him. He was tall, not too masculine but his arms were well worked and he was covered, absolutely covered, in tattoos. It was like a mad artist took to his skin with a brush ad just didn't stop. It was beautiful. He was poetic, he spoke in riddles. He spoke gently and sweetly. His face was well chiseled, a nice jawline and perfect teeth with small dimples. His hair was flippy and stark, deep brown. It was messy, nearly never done and looked as though he just climbed out of bed and got dressed. His clothing was fairly fashionable. Usually a t-shirt or button up with just jeans and boots or something. Casual but very nice. I began wondering about what had happened with his family.

Assuming it had to do with his said addiction, I promised myself, and Oli, that I would not bring it up. It seemed to be a tender subject. Noting that, I heard a small ping from my phone on the counter while I was still observing the tall guy draped on my couch. 'new message; from axel' I groaned. Axel was far from a fond memory of mine, an abusive ex boyfriend. He pushed me into various problematic and dangerous situations with threats. I hated him, but I could never forget him. I slowly grabbed the phone and read the message. 'axel; hey baby. ive said it so many times but i i
miss you. i want you back. i need you. youre my everything and i miss you. i love you so much. please come back. i know you miss me too. come back. i dont want to hurt you.' I shuddered at the threat remembering the bruises left and the bad memories that dented me. of course i would never go back to him but messages like that stung me and made me feel like a shit person. i know i shouldnt, but i still miss our times together.

deciding against replying to the message, i quickly wiped the somewhat scared look of my face and looked back up at oli. This tie, he was looking at me. he looked at me intently, like there was a missing part in a painting and he just couldnt place it. he pushed himself of the couch and walked towards me. my face burned and my body tensed. he was so... enchanting, almost. as little as i knew him he seemed like someone directly out of my dreams. lord have mercy. he leaned against the counter across from me, looking directly in my face. i cocked my head to the side a little, letting the low ponytail drag itself across my neck and fall onto my shoulder. he shook his head and crossed his arms, his face softening and brows no longer furrowed. we stared intently at each other for a while. not speaking words, but stared for a long. ass. time.

suddenly, he reached out for my arms, he held my hands in between us, our arm outstretched towards each other. my face felt as though i was melting and i nearly choked when he grabbed my hand. he spoke quietly.

"when i look at you, it hurts. it hurts me. i can see it in your eyes, you've been hurt and you've been torn down. and it hurts me a lot, knowing that." his teary eyes looked directly into mine.

at that moment, how i knew that something serious was going to come from this, i do not know. but the kiss we shared quickly after was something true.. he kissed me passionately and slowly. he held my face in his hands and he smiled into it. he was something magical. something unreal. something i needed to call mine. forever.