There are two types of people: those who would kill for love and those who would die for it. And they usually end up attracted to each other. • {slow burn friends to lovers, arranged marriage, morally grey characters, fluff and angst, happy ending}
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"I can see you staring, honey, like he's just your understudy Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me Second, third, and hundredth chances balancing on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury..."
🎧 It goes without saying... The song recommendation for this chapter is: EXILE - Taylor Swift 🩶
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Sebastian Sallow's POV
"What??"
That was the only thing I could answer to such an absurd affirmation without laughing.
Onai's eyes were filled with concern. "Sebastian, just think about it. Carolyn hasn't been the same since Christmas. She's turned into a completely different person."
Christmas. The memory of almost kissing Carolyn slapped right across my face. That single bitter reminder of being a coward and ruining everything.
One day, I was finally so close to having her... and I failed.
Then, everything changed. She changed.
I gripped the edge of the table, seeing my knuckles turn white. The last five months had been a blur of confusion and heartache, watching Carolyn drift further and further away. I was unable to reach her no matter how hard I tried.
But blaming Ominis, who had been in a healthy relationship since last summer? It sounded so stupid.
"I don't know, Onai," I finally said with my voice strained. "It just doesn't make sense. I know Ominis better than that..."
Natsai stepped closer, her expression earnest. "We just need to find out what's really going on, then. For Carolyn's sake."
I took a deep breath, wrestling with the storm of emotions inside. I looked at Natsai, seeing the determination in her eyes.
Little did she know, I had the answer to what was happening.
Ominis wasn't the one to blame. It was me.
If only I had been braver that night, or any other night to be honest, if only I had kissed her before it was too late, maybe things would be different. Maybe she wouldn't have slipped through my fingers.
Sebastian, the undeserving coward.
"Listen," She sighed. "I have an extensive research. I will owl you a copy of all my notes, so you can draw your own conclusions."
Natsai left and I made my way to the library, torturing myself with an ocean of flashbacks.
I was doomed way before Christmas, actually.
When I met Carolyn during 5th year, I was a stupid boy who thought she could be the answer for Anne's cure. I also liked having her around because she looked really hot when she traded the uniform skirts for trousers with no cloak. Whenever she laughed, smiled or said my name in that adorable drawled accent, I felt a funny tickling in my chest, but I didn't really comprehend what that meant back then.
