Falling for the Heart-breaker

Red roses

*Brinley's POV*

My eyes cracked open, my heart racing inside my chest. I sighed, reminding myself it was only a dream, and I wasn't actually getting beat up, like yesterday. You see, when I get beat up, which happens every so often, I dream about it. Not like a dream and it's over. But something more. Something that lingers in the air even after my eyes have opened. I felt dried tears around my eyes as I flinched my bruised face, surprising my mom didn't ask about that one. She never does.

Heaving a heavy breath, I stood from my bed, my feet planting onto the cold ground. At least it was a Saturday.

Also that means no parents, I could do whatever I wanted. But what was I going to do? I had no friends, my entire body ached, and every inch of my mind was begging me to sit back down and sleep. Which I wanted to do so badly now. So badly I wanted to lay down, to lay down and forget everything that happened. All the bruises, cuts, and thoughts of a certain something, lost in my mythical dream land. Forever.

My head jolted up at the sound of a knock at my door. No, not my door. My balcony. A knock at my balcony. I stood up, walking towards my balcony. And there he stood. A tall spindly man with a single red rose.

I slid the door open, looking up towards the mystery guy. For a moment, silence enveloped us, the singing of birds the only thing interrupting the silence. My eyes stared into his, my breath slow but uneven. His, calm and collected. And then he reached his hand out, placing the red rose in my palm.

"I hope you feel better." Though those were the only words he spoke, my heart raced and suddenly the bruises didn't hurt so much. He didn't even smile, but he didn't have too. Whoever this man was, with his random, mysterious acts of kindness, he seemed to brighten my day for just a moment. A single moment. A single second of joy and love. But of course doubts weigh down upon me like a brick wall, crushing every ounce if happiness I ever owned.

Closing my balcony door, I frowned, staring at the rose in my palm. Nothing more than a trick. I told myself, placing the rose in a tall navy blue glass that had been on my bedside for years now.

The rest of the day wasn't really anything special. Unless my cat meowing at me was special to you, then it wasn't all that special. So soon enough, I went home to my safe haven. Mythical dream land.

And again, I awoke to my own fear. The same repeated nightmare. I shuddered it off though, but it still stuck to me like glue. And although glue could come off, it was uncertain how. Standing up from my messy bed, I walked over to my bathroom, brushing through my mess of a hair and putting it up in a bun. A messy bun, but it's not like I cared.

And then knocking. Again, not on my door, but my balcony. I slowly walked towards the noise, seeing the same spindly man, but this time, he held two red roses. I smile grew in my mind, but was shut down by my smarter side. Or at least what I thought to be the smarter side of my brain.

Sliding open the glass door, I was hit with a sudden burst of cold, shivering slightly. Then warmth, but my door wasn't closed. It was his jacket, the guys. His warm, oversized, fuzzy jacket.

"Thanks, but you don't have to." I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his once again, and the same burst of hyperactive happiness hit me. He didn't smile, or speak a word. He only placed the two red roses in my hand, staring into my eyes for a moment longer before walking away. I watched as he slid down the tree next to my balcony, how his muscles flexed when he grabbed the wood, how I could see his abs through his shirt.

But that's when I realized. He left me his jacket. On purpose? Probably not. But if the days kept going as I my prognosis thinks, he should be back tomorrow morning, afternoon at the latest.

Staring at the two roses, I smiled. But only a bare, simple smile. And it only lasted the moment I held the roses, the second they left my touch and fell into the vase where rested the other rose, the fleeting smile left. As usual.

A/N:

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