Maybe...?

CHAPTER 34

I observe a silhouette in front of me, a pair of centimetres away.

"Lucas¡" I scream his name.

His blue eyes look at me without a care.

"What?" He stands right there.

Why is he so nasty now with me?

"About Venecia..." I start.

"Venecia? I thought it was only a joke Lea." He frowns.

"Well, it wasn't." I declare nastier.

"We're not going." He says, ruining all my hopes.

"But you said you wanted to go with me..."

I'm restrained.

The coldness of his voice is piercing my black heart.

"I said it, right. But I changed my opinion."

I'm fret because all the things I've planned about Venecia was with him, and If he doesn't come, everything will be a mess.

A giant mess.

I walk the path until our faces meet closely.

He's like two heads taller than me.

But he doesn't threaten me.

He smells like me.

Same house, same shampoo I guess.

"I want to go." I tell him thwarted.

He winces.

I break into his blue eyes.

They're so beautiful, he doesn't even need to try.

"Then go ahead." He says with carelessness.

Needles prickling me.

"Okay." "I just thought that we were friends." I utter with hubris.

He turns around, sighing.

"Yeah, go on ignoring me, like you did on the day we met." I roll my eyes.

"I didn't ignore you." He protects himself.

"Oh, you didn't?" I question him, with a sign of mockery.

His blonde hair tousled, his teeth still more white than anything.

"Leave it... I don't want to discuss. Believe whatever you want."

"I got it. You don't want to go right? I'll go by my self then."

A valediction is proposed by me.

BRAIN: You don't need him. You can go by yourself.

HEART: I know... but I don't want.

I close my eyes as my feet lead me to home, feeling some kind of misery surrounding me.