If I Could Fly // c.t.h.

holly.

It was sort of like a mental exchange. He told me his story about Karina, and I told him my story about Landon. Who would've known that two very different people could have very similar situations?

I did. To be honest, I knew deep down that Calum and I could have something in common other than the fact that we hated each other because it always happens... In movies, books, TV shows... It happens. What I had not been expecting, was for him to willingly tell me his story and willingly listen to mine. Even though I don't believe people could change... I believe in him.

I believe in Calum.

When I was laying on his lap, I could feel him tracing my M tattoo. I knew he was going to ask about it, and I was fearful of that. For it had a very hidden past I didn't quite like to bring up anymore.

Like I had fallen asleep, I woke up in Calum's arms. He was still asleep and as I weird as it sounds, I watched him sleep. The way... The way he breathed in and out on instinct like all humans do, the way his nose would flare once in a while, the way a few inaudible sounds would erupt from his mouth... He is human. And I am human too.

And I'm laying right next to him.

I could tell he was waking up by his sudden movements so I quickly turned and pretended that I was still asleep. I hear him yawn and then it was quiet for a few moments, so I assumed he went back to sleep. Then, I felt pair of lips kiss my cheek and my heart fluttered.

Oh, Calum.

I listen as he climbs out of bed and leaves the room. I reopen my eyes and let out a deep breath and stare at the ceiling. This wasn't supposed to happen.

I wasn't supposed to like Calum.

Reluctantly, I climb out of bed and after realizing that I was still in the same clothes from last night, I decide to take a shower. After finding comfy, fresh clothes to wear for the day (unsure as to what was planned) I grab my shower necessities and leave the bedroom to go to the bathroom. Calum was in the kitchen talking on the phone, so he didn't notice me. I didn't want to interrupt him, so I didn't bother to say good morning.

I sighed deeply as the perfectly warm water hits my skin, making all my tensed muscles instantly relax and my brain clear all its thoughts away.

"'Cause I got a jet black heart..." I sing on instinct, my eyes closing as I scrub the shampoo into my hair. "And there's a hurricane underneath it, trying to keep us apart..."

I let out a deep breath as I cleansed my body with soap; I could have sworn I heard something mumble against the bathroom door, but that could just be my imagination.

"I remember the day you told me you were leaving..."

I remember the day Landon told me he was leaving.

"I remember the makeup running down your face..."

I remember my makeup running down my face from crying so hard and begging for him not to go.

"And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them, like every single wish we ever made."

Landon never cared. He just played me; it was another prank of his. When I thought he was pretending to hate me because he was secretly in love with me, he actually hated me and pretended to be in love with me.

People never change.

I realized I was crying when I turned off the shower. I tried to prevent myself but you can't control, it comes when it wants and it leaves when it wants. Crying is a form of power; it doesn't make you weak but you don't feel strong at all.