𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝟏)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒𝟓

My chest was tight, my head hurt. I was angry, angry at myself, angry at Isadora for wiggling herself into my life, looking all perfect to my imperfect. I was more angry at myself for letting her in, letting her see the imperfections, letting her care for them.

She's fucking with me now. Fucking with my feelings for her.

"Isadora, stop—" I attempt to demand, it sounds weak and pathetic. I tried to pry her body off of mine, but my arms felt weak, my fingers weaker and numb.

"No!" She whispered, digs her face further into my chest. "I love you, Rowan." She repeats, my body shakes harder. Three words, eight letters.

"Please," I choke out, reaching to unwrap her arms from my waist, whilst stumbling backward from the force of her body. "Isadora—" She's lying.

Heart beating in my ears, my lungs struggle to work as my mind races with thoughts, thoughts I need to go away.
"I love you, with all of my heart."

I shake my head, eyes flickering in every direction. She's lying. She's messing with you. She's trying to hurt you. "Don't say that," I mumble, squeezing my eyes shut to ignore the voice screaming at me to run. Far, far away.

That's the problem with her. Her heart was too big, too sweet, too untouched to be tainted by me. By the lies embedded into my skin, the secrets injected into my veins. The blood stained onto my hands.

Suddenly it's too much, everything is too much. The color of this room, the words spluttering out of her mouth, the beautiful girl hugging my waist, begging me to believe her.

And then the feelings, the fucking feelings. It's always the feelings that fuck with me the most, that hurt me the most. And I had a lot of feelings for this girl, too much. I need them to go away, I need them to disappear again, I need them—Her.

I exhale a shaky breath, drop my head onto the curve of her shoulder. "Please, stop.." I beg in a low mumble, inhaling and exhaling sharper breaths each time. I bury my face in her neck, allow her scent to comfort me in all the ways it shouldn't.

Her hands slither into my hair, tangling in the stressed knots. Fuck, this girl was going to destroy me, I already knew it.

I could predict it just from the way my body reacted to her—My heart hurt. I didn't know these type of feelings existed, It made me rethink everything. It confused me, stressed me, hurt me.

Her hands slide to my face, cupping my cheeks. She pulled my face to look at her; being raised by cold eyes taught me not to cry. But, Her eyes made my eyes sting, as blue as the ocean, as warm as compassion itself. She made my heart still, made my throat close in, made me feel.

I'd set the world on fire, If it meant I could keep her.

"Rowan," She whispers, voice soft and vulnerable. Her eyes were glossed, cheeks stained because of me. "I love you." Her words sound silky to my ears, jagged to my heart. "And nothing is going to change that."