Creative Writing Pieces

Tears

When he looked at me with those big, sparkling blue eyes, I couldn't hold myself together any longer. I broke down, salty tears instantly streaming down my face.

"It just hurts, you know?" I managed to get out between sniffles.

He gave a slow nod with an understanding upward tug of the corner of his mouth.

"It just hurts," I repeated, that time as a defeated statement.

He pulled me close to his warm body and I laid my head on his shoulder, my rose hair falling over my face, obstructing the already blurry vision I possessed. He threw his buff arm around me and rubbed my bicep in a comforting manner. He didn't say anything. He knew all I needed was some consoling, someone to be there for me.

Once I had been crying for long enough that I became dehydrated, the only noise was my sniffles. I interrupted the silent flow of air, "Why had I done something so stupid? My mother told me this would happen and I didn't listen to her. Ugh, I'm so stupid!"

He shook his head. "You're not stupid."

"Yes I am! This is exactly what happened the first time and I fell into the trap again!" I shouted with a vanquished tone. I forced a painful laugh. "I fell for him again, and I got hurt again."

He let go of me and grabbed my face with both of his large, soft, veiny hands. My eyes widened from the sudden change of his body language. "Dalia, you are not stupid. You didn't do anything wrong. He's a jerk. He knew you get attached easily, and he took advantage of you anyway."

I didn't say anything. I was taken back by his words. My hazel eyes stared into his blue ones, and I was mesmerized.

"The line between love and lust is hard to see sometimes, but it's still there. And he was on the lust side."

I focused my attention to the ground. I knew he was right, I just didn't know how to react.

"I hate seeing you hurt, Dalia. It physically pains me. Knowing he did this shit to you, hurt you the same way twice, it makes me want to go straight up to him and punch the bastard. But I don't, and I won't, because I cannot have that on my permanent record."

I gave an involuntary laugh.

He smiled and pulled me into his embrace once again. "Dalia, you're my best friend. I love you. And if he even just talks to you today, tomorrow or any time in the future, I will kill the pig. And when I say that, you know damn well I'm not kidding."

My sniffles had ceased some time during his whole speech. I was smiling. To know I had someone like Milo in my life to protect me made me feel instantly better. His blond mop of hair brushed against my forehead and tickled it, making me giggle.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," he cooed.

"I'm glad you're glad I'm feeling better," I retorted, a cheeky smile across my face. I was feeling better, and it was all because of my best pal. He was always there for me, and I, him.

He pinched my cheek with his big numbers. I squealed in response.

"How dare you. Those are my cheeks, sir."

"I guess they're just too cute to not be pinched."

I chuckled with delight.

"Dalia..."

I found his eyes and became fixated with the baby blues.

"I know you're hurt, and you will be, but you will heal. Maybe not today, maybe not a week from now, maybe not even a month from now, but you will eventually stop hurting, and you'll be sewn back together. You will become an even better person than you are now. You will become a person with amazing judgment; and I know you won't let this happen again. Because you're a smart girl – and I'll kill him before anything can repeat itself for the third time."

I nodded in response.

He gave my forehead a soft peck. "I have to go to class, but we'll talk later, okay?"

"Okay."

He smiled and left me to sit outside of the school by myself.