Say My Name [ Teacher-Student Romance -- Robert Downey Jr ]

Ch.60 - Time To Tell

Okay, holy shit, there's only 10 prewritten chapters. That's so scary. I've just finished up chapter 70 and man, oh man, I am so proud of it's quality. The writing is really nice, like, I don't mind it. I'm so excited for you guys to read it but also I'm scared these uploads are gonna catch up and I won't be able to update regularly. Uuuurrrrggg. Anyways. Guys. Seriously. The future is so damn fun for you guys.

Anyways. Enjoy!

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The heart is a mystical thing. Full of mystery and majesty. An organ dubbed to be the thing that stores all your devotion, all your passion, and unrelenting love. Be it the kind of love that is willing to chuck you off the edge of earth, floating around in a gravity like land full of bursting joys, and then the other side of the coin: to harvest pain, to lock and key things so dark, try not admit you care for. It's strange. It hurts like nothing else in the world. Can be described as heartbreak, a word that will have sympathizes immediately at your side because they know. Everyone experiences it on a daily routine, for different things such as pets, to personal keep sakes, and most heavily: people.

And it's scary. Like really, really scary when after you've opened up your intimate blood pumping romance seeker, that you then admit to those feelings. Which is your brains fault because your heart already knew that, was acquiring the feelings quietly, and then your brain gets this overwhelming need to tell that person such. To proclaim it in hopes of a returned emotion.

Cause lets be honest, once it starts, you only want more. An endless amount where you can dip into that pool of adoration at will--hell, live in it.

So when you're at that stage, at that moment, and you admit to your pending half, what does it feel like when those heart eyes are reciprocated? When it's thrown back in your face and your met with something averse, or fake, or pity?

Or you're just too shocked that your loved one, your one and only, says it first and you mess it the fuck up. What happens then?

"Robert, please." Hair swinging from left to right, two long jogs back to his side. Gaze pleading and filled with something cousin to guilt, and embarrassment for ruining it and hurting him. "I'm sorry, I just, I wasn't expecting that. I do lov--"

"No, no." He cuts in. No bite, just hurt understanding. Avoiding her eyes. "You don't have to Charlotte. It's fine."

"But I do." Somehow her skin feels too tight, too constricting as she wills the truth from her core. Fingers grasping for Robert's touch. "I just, it took me a second to hear what you said. That you loved me."

"Not loved. I still do. I'm not going to be that guy who takes it back because I got, I don't know, I said it and I shouldn't have." He rubs distractedly again at the scar, frowning and pointedly still not looking at her. The night covering his flushed face. "Forget I said it, okay?"

"But I want you to say it. I've been wanting, I've been fighting the urge to say it myself but I didn't want to, to freak you out or something. I can't even remember because you said it, and I want you saying it. I apologize, I messed it up, okay? That's what happened was I messed it up because I'm me."

"Charlotte--Charlie. It's fine. I hear you, there's no pressure or whatever to do anything, or say anything you don't want to. I jumped the gun. You don't even need to feel like that about me, I mean, you're so young and I'm--"

"Say it again."

"Say what again?"

"Robert."

"Charlotte stop. Please. Just, I should tell you about what happened whatever eighteen months ago. You don't need to feel like, you don't need to do this. I owe you an explanation anyways."