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The moment the words escape the confines of my heart, time stops.
Talking to Sara tonight wasn't the original plan. No, while my heart still told me that I couldn't let her go, I felt stripped of all the courage to talk to her, especially after she ran off right in front of me--twice.
Yet when I saw her alone, leaned against the railing, deep in thought and bathed in light, I couldn't not speak to her. No, I didn't know how long we would speak, or where this conversation would lead...although I certainly never thought it would lead to this.
Now, I watch as Sara stops dead in her tracks, her dress swirling around her knees, and turns around slowly to meet my gaze, a stunned expression on her face, as if she, too, never believed what this simple evening conversation would come to.
She looks beautiful tonight--beautiful, a word I never thought I would use to describe a girl, much less my best friend. She's always been pretty--a realization that probably hit me tonight--but there's something about her shimmering gold cheekbones and velvety black dress that brings out a special glow in her. Perhaps it's that glow that forced me to pull on the black shirt that I've always hated when I saw her leaving her house from my window.
Sara approaches me, still painfully slow, and stares at me, her dark eyes still wide with wonder and shock, glistening with half-dried tears. I watch her, and I'm just as shocked as her--not just at her confession, but at how quickly I spat out my own. I don't regret it, though.
I don't want to have more regrets with Sara.
Never in a million years would I have imagined that she had feelings for me. Sara, the girl who I've played UNO with for fourteen years, whose tender care has been the wind that helps my ship sail despite the tumultuous toss and turn of my life, liking me? Me, when I've done nothing for her? Me, when I've never been more than an asshole to her?
But below the shock lies happiness. I'm happy, and that's one thing that doesn't surprise me. I haven't lost Sara. In fact, I gained more than I could ever ask for.
"I like you, Sara," I repeat, flushing, because all I want is for the remaining tears to disappear from her eyes.
"You do?"
"God, yes, Sara!" I laugh a little impatiently. "Now you're just making me repeat it."
"I can't believe it," she says, flabbergasted, and I watch as her tears dry up. She looks at me, and a small smile appears on her face. "I can't believe you, Vivaan."
"I can't believe you either, Sara," I say honestly, and then the two of us laugh.
"I thought you liked Suha, though," Sara says, more relaxed as she stretches her arms out on the railing behind us.
What. The. Fuck.
It's all I can do not to turn around and throw up, even though I haven't eaten anything.
"Suha? Like-"
"Yeah. Suhasini. You were always together," she says simply, shrugging, without an inkling of jealousy.
"Suha likes me. But I like you, Sara," I say, and her smile grows even wider.
We spend a few moments together quietly, and then I look into her eyes.
"Sara," I murmur.
"Vivaan?"
"Are we friends again, Sara?"
"Of course, Vivaan," Sara says, a smile fluttering on her lips. "But, if you want..."
"If I want...?"
"We can be more than friends." The moment she says it, she turns away nervously, and I can spot a faint blush spreading under her tan skin.
What-
Although taken aback, I think back to a few days ago, when all I wanted was to be Sara's friend again. But I remember also hoping that maybe someday, someday, I would be more than that.
Lucky for me, that day seems to be today.
"Sara," I say. I stare at the railing, where her fingers dangle, and my hands find hers. She stares back at me as I say, "I do want that."
I've seen Sara laugh and smile a lot, but I've never seen her smile this wide.
"I want that, too," she says, and squeezes my hands before moving them off the railing.
I look down at our interlocked fingers, our inner wrists pressed together, her clear polish coated fingernails glimmering against my own trimmed ones, her thin bracelets in contrast to my thick red mauli threads, and I feel something in my chest: happiness.
Standing there with Sara, my best friend and so much more, holding her hand, I feel happier than I have in a long time.
it might be pretty short, but I thought that this was a crucial moment and it was good to have vivaan's pov
proud of myself for the double update
stay safe guys, and keep reading
-lata
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UNO Cards
Romance"I know nothing about loving anyone." "Nor do I..." "If you know nothing and I know nothing, perhaps together, we know something." Their story began when they were children, one scarred by fresh tragedy, crawling into a dark void filled with fear an...
