word count: 35,000+ slow burn.
Seven years ago, Sam pointed to the moon. What followed was France, A Firefighter, London, A Balcony, and a townhouse with peach-coloured walls and an upstairs kitchen.
Lyla didn't expect to ever see "someone" Kiszka a...
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Sam and I stared at each other for a few moments. He was taking in my features, admiring me to calm himself down. I was trying not to admire him but it was hard. Even his guilty face made me feel some way. His knotted eyebrows, his hair falling in his face as his head remained down. The night time wind blowing through his hair. His lack of eye contact allowed me to stare at his honey brown eyes. He had a red nose and his hands were moving from picking his lips to playing with his fingers. At that moment all I wanted was for him to take me in his arms and tell me everything is fine.
As I was about to open my mouth Sam opened his, but he was avoiding my face now so he didn't know he had interrupted me.
-First of all, I'm just sorry. That's- I think that's what I need to start with.- He said clearly, but looking at the ground. He shook his head and did a small sigh to convey that he was angry with himself.
I nodded my head and placed my hand on his shoulder, slowly moving it down his arm and into his hand. It was an excuse just to touch him. Just to feel the slight warmth on his bare arms. I wanted to move his hair out the way but I didn't, that would have been too much.
-Sam. An apology from me is what you need. Hell- if I was in your position, I would have snapped so much harder. Here's the thing— He cut me off. I closed my mouth straight away and looked up at him.
-Don't say it. You don't need to because I know already. My fantasy of you and me is just that. A fantasy. I don't want to hear it from your mouth. It'll hurt more than it already does.- He was starting to turn a slight pink color and his hands were getting hot. The way he said that was in a spat way. Not at me though, at himself. Sam was extremely disappointed in himself.
I squeezed his hand, making him look up at me. He did.
-It's you, Sam. It's you. I knew it from the moment I saw you. It's you.- I assured. I looked into each eye, left, right, left, right. Sam remained expressionless. The only change was his eyebrows, Which slowly descended and formed an angry-confused face. He wasn't relieved that I had just said that, he was concerned.
-You have a boyfriend, You're in love, Lyla. I'm not wrecking that.- He replied. He stepped back from me, releasing my grip on him. Then he placed his hand on his head and shook.
I stared at him, confused. Wasn't this what he wanted?
He took a deep breath and looked off the balcony. To the street below.
-I came here to say that I'm going to the hotel with Josh and Jake for the next two weeks. I've ruined so much. So much. I'm not going to stand in the way of my best friend's relationship with one of his oldest friends. I'm certainly not going to stand in the way of her relationship with her lover either. I refuse to be part of a triangle. So I'm going. I don't want it to seem like I was trying to run away from the argument, so I'm here to say I hold no grudge. I'd like to stay in contact with you, once I shake my feelings. I'm sorry Lyla. This is what I have to do-
