Yoandri's POV
Here I am, still on the cold tiled floor, Molly still by my side. Still in my lap, resting her head on my chest. I carelessly brushed my hands into her hair, looking at her beautiful face.
She has her eyes closed but I know she isn't sleeping. She is sniffling from all the crying she has consumed.
I've never knew that she would open up to me like this. To let me see the real her. The broken her. I hate seeing her this way, but at the same time I'm glad she let herself out, she let everything out. But I never knew she would let it all out to me. I was just a stranger weeks ago, buying her a drink, and now here we are: in a restaurant, laying on the cold tiled floor, holding her in my arms.
I don't regret as much when I asked her about her parents. Because if I didn't, she wouldn't be like this. She wouldn't open up to me, she wouldn't be in my arms right now, and that's what I wanted for weeks now since I met her. To hold her, to care for her, to make her feel loved.
I'm rubbing her cheek now, with my thumb. She doesn't remove it, she lets me.
We have been here for hours now. It's 8 pm.
Just like she is reading my mind, she sits up and straightens herself, "what time is it?"
she wipes her eyes. Her mascara is smushed, and her eyes are red.
"it's 8 babe," I say, not removing my arms off of her.
"what?" she gets off my lap and gets up, "I- I need to go."
"no, Molly..." I grab her hand, "stay,"
She doesn't hesitant, she crawls back into my lap.
"I'm sorry for asking you that question," I say.
"no, I was going to explode at any moment now," she says, running one of her fingers against my chest, drawing patterns.
"I never knew you would explode in front of me,"
"me either, but here we are," she lightly chuckles.
"I'm glad we're here. On a cold hard
floor," I say and hear her chuckle once more.
"I'm glad you're here with me. I'm glad you're here in my arms where you belong. Why can't you accept that?" I ask, looking at her.
She looks up at me, "accept what?"
"That I want to be in your world. I want to be a part of your world. I want to be the person you run to when you feel down. I want to be the person you smile at when you see them. I want to be the person you shower with kisses. I want to be the person you trust. Most of all, I want to be the person you love. I want to be the person to treat you as if you were a princess, why can't you let me in? Into your world?" I explain, looking into her chocolate brown eyes.
She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She opens her mouth to speak but then closes it again. She crawls out of my lap and lays on her knees. I don't stop her, I let her go this time.
After a few moments of silence, she finally speaks, "we're nothing, yoandri. But a fake couple."
Now I'm confused, "then what was this? You crawling into my arms? What was that nothing? You opening up to me was nothing?"
"I don't know. I just.. I don't know." she says, picking her nails.
"You do know, Molly. You just don't want to admit it. You don't want to admit it to yourself. But I know that when you look at me, you have something for me, don't try to hide that," I say, never keeping my eyes off of her.
"you know nothing. You think you know me, but you don't." she replies.
"You're right. But when you were laying in my arms, that said otherwise,"
She finally looks up at me, "I need to go," she gets up and starts to gather her things. She unties her apron, and puts it on a rag.
"Tell me you don't love me, and all we would be is strangers faking love. Tell me Molly," I stand to my feet.
She doesn't turn around, instead she ignores me and starts walking out.
"Tell me Molly! That you don't love me! That you don't feel anything for me! Tell me! And I won't bother you anymore. All we would do is go on stupid fake dates to impress my parents and my uncle and everyone that believes we are a thing! Tell me!" I scream. I can't take this. I need to know right here and right now.
She finally turns around and I regret telling her to say that she doesn't love me, cause her words stabbed me in the heart, like a knife,
"I DON'T LOVE YOU YOANDRI CABRERA! I NEVER HAVE AND I NEVER WILL!"
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Questions:
1. StephaniePeralta0: When is your birthday? My birthday is February 8
2. KAROLINEECABRERA: favorite singers? Yoandri Cabrera (of course), Selena Gomez, and one direction (HARRY STYLES IS DADDY ASF)
3. PrimeKealy: if you had to chose between unicorns or fairies, who would you chose? I love both, but I would chose unicorns because I want to ride them -.-
4. OlgaBezares: fav color? BLUEEE
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Fanfiction--- it was suppose to be "fake love" but i'm not so sure anymore.
