"And when you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter--- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small, cramped, dark inside you so long" -Sylvia Plath
Esme's POV
Flashback, 2nd Nov 2012
"Yes", I said grinning from ear to ear
"I promise I won't make you regret this", he whispered
"Hopefully", I replied
He kept his hand around my waist, pulling me slowly towards him. I was looking at my feet, blushing like anything.
"I'm lucky Es, for calling you mine", he said with a husky voice
He held my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes, stepping closer, his breath mixing with mine.
He tugged a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Is he going to kiss me?"
"Idiot! You just said yes".... My subconscious did a face palm
"Umm.. Yes I did but still is he really going to kiss me?"
Everyone has a inner voice, they call their subconscious. Well! Mine is a super-dramatic bitch.
"Argh"
"My first kiss?"
"Shut up for God sake's"
"I'm not ready"
"WHATTTT????", my subconscious jumped on her feet and was now pulling her sleeves up, getting ready to give me a punch.
"Kiss him"
"No"
"Yes"
"Esme you can breathe now", he let a chuckle
I never realized that I was holding my breath
"Umm... Daniel I thought you were...", I stuttered
"Yeah I was going to kiss you but I guess I'll just have to wait, you aren't ready as yet"
"No I'm, kiss me please.....", my subconscious was getting on my nerves now.
