Maybe...?

CHAPTER 23

It's dark here.

I'm laying on the bed, watching the stars through the window of this enormous room, that awkwardly is mine.

Since this morning, I knew that everything would going to change, not matter what.

I'm sweating.

My straight hair is wet, I don't know where's the hairdryer and of course I'm not going to ask them...

See?

I'm not like this.

I'm not shy, not even a little.

I could dance on the main street and it wouldn't bother me.

I don't care If I move with a new family, or If I lose the dearest person I have... I just don't want to change, not my personality.

I take a breath and look at the rooftop.

Goodnight Grandma.

There's something that kills me.

I'm a bit different when I talk with Shawn, butterflies appear, flying around my stomach non-stop, making me nervous.

And the funny thing is that I'm the person who I really am when I discuss with Lucas.

I remember, on the first year, I've changed of high school, so I was completely lost.

Luckily, I met Julie on Biology class, after doing a project together. (Those things really help to know someone better).

My class was, and it is still, rare and particular.

There were-are beautiful girls that are my best friends, guys that I've needed to slap sometimes, boys that talk to you with a clipped voice, and yes, then there was Aiden.

It's weird because at first I didn't even know his existence in our group.

Well, I did notice that he was kind of gorgeous.

The puberty hit him a bit hard.

And I don't know If thank her or curse her.

I was only 12, so things like relationships weren't actually in my plans.

The years passed and my mind grew up.

And that sucks.

I discovered that he was really funny, and that his eyes were beautiful.

The way he talked to me, teasing me and also smiling, reassuring me that it was all a joke.

My heart was beating so fast those days.

And I was scared.

I was falling in love.

And I knew that I couldn't fly, that I was going to fall hard onto the floor.

My heart was like, maybe he likes you, maybe all that is real, possible.

But my brain was the one who continued telling me that's not real, impossible, too strange.

And guess what I did?

I kept on falling and falling, until one day everything stopped.

We became totally strangers.

Everything disappeared.

And my hope did it too.

I remember that he got me literally crazy, so before I went to sleep, all the nights I used to recreate scenarios with him that I really wanted them to happen, I would have ripped my soul for turned them into something touchable.

And after those talks between us these days, I feel that the flame is still there.

I wonder what would take place If we date.

We would go to the cinema?

But that wouldn't be awkward?

Like, yeah, let's see a movie together, let's not talk for two hours.

BRAIN: HE IS NOT INTERESTED ON YOU

HEART: WHO KNOWS.

"Only him." I sigh.

Suddenly I hear a melody through the wall.

I stand up and put the ear on it.

Someone's playing a piano.

And he starts singing.

People fall in love in mysterious ways

Maybe it's all part of a plan

Well me, I'm falling in love with you every single day

And I just wanna tell you I am...

That song...

"Thinking Out Loud" By Ed Sheeran.

I used to sing it with my grandmother.

I hesitate, don't knowing If I should go to the bedroom and find out who's voice is that precious.

Bah, I won't fall sleep either so, what can I lose?