M For Marina: A Larina Fanfiction

TWELVE

"What...what do you mean?" I asked, somewhat afraid.

"That night. That's what I need to talk to you about," she almost whispered, a very sincere and gentle look in her eyes. She came across as very caring.

"What is it?" I asked, a mix of emotions becoming me: fear, anxiety, confusion, shock, embarrassment, and, of course, hope. What was I hopeful of, though? I wasn't sure. Was I hoping there will finally be some closure on this one event that almost tore apart our friendship, my one and only friend?

"The truth." She whispered it with an expression of horror, like as if she were about to expose to me that she was secretly a murderer. Honestly, from what she did on the way to the club, a part of me still contemplated that.

And then, right at that minute, I realised what I was hopeful for. It hit me like a bullet...or, more precisely, Cupid's Arrow.

I was hoping she'd have a reason. A reason for all of this. A reason for why what happened...happened.

But it was a very specific reason, a very specific one indeed. I didn't want anything like, "I was actually drunk, but I didn't want to tell you," or, something like, "I thought I'd try drugs but I was far too embarrassed to tell you that," there was one reason I ached for, and only one.

That was, of course:

I love you.

I love you but I didn't want to tell you.