[A] Twelve

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(Therapy by All Time Low)

Today she confessed to him. It was the most romantic thing she's ever done in life, so far. She later realised how embarassing and aggressive she must've looked like to him.

But she dismissed the thought. She was happy she told him - in that very moment, she felt committed. Though she knew he never answered, he left her there with nothing but cold air.

She didn't mind it though. She had to do it. And she, had done it well.

Emilia Cecilia is the child of two great people, Andrei and Cleo who were very close to Brentice's parents, Brennan and Entice. She was the daisy in the family. That little ball of sunshine they've been grateful for all the 19 years she had since existed. On the other hand, she'd been blessed with loving parents and people who watched her grew up.

She never questioned life. She never asked. She accepted everything He'd give her.

Her faith was strong; there was no questions.

She longed to tell Brenny about her feelings since 10th grade, and now that she's months from graduating from Senior High, she told him.

It was hard - because she was well-aware how the boy felt for her. But it was needed - she needed to know for herself - even if it meant persuading him.

She know when to stop - not that she even have long enough time to know that.

A knock was heard from her wooden door. She lazily sat up and walked towards the door to open seeing who did, she smiled - the one that did not reached her eyes - and held it open for her to come in.

***

Brentice felt violated. In some ways - he's a boy, but he never, never, let someone kiss him without his consent. And a certain girl, whom he's very familiar of, did it.

And in the variety of days in the calendar, it had to be New Year's.

Fuck.

He left her with no answer or even something to ponder on after her (confession) as he dared call it, whatever else might be suitable to terminize the deed.

He hadn't had any sleep since. It was, because in some ways, inappropriate.

And he never liked her. That is.

They were very casual, and he couldn't think of any reason for her to feel that way. It was truly, uncalled for.

Imagine, you've known the person since birth - then suddenly, out of nowhere, she'd tell you she likes you and asks for your feelings...

It wasn't anything but, nothing.

It was nothing.

He decided not to bring it up - since he never gave any response that would motivate her to express her feelings when they get to come across each other. She'd never bring it up anyway, noone would dare dig their own graves in such cases.

And Emilia, is a crybaby. He's certain about that.

It bothered him, but he decided to act naturally. He doesn't have any obligation over her feelings, anyway.

He sighed once more before pulling his headphones on as he went towards the door. He needs a jog after the planning he'd done.

***

After the appointment, Emilia decided to take a stroll to get some fresh air. It was necessary after the things she'd been busy for quite a while.

She was wandering wearily through the streets when she eyed a familiar figure near the village court. She immediately took a halt and smiled at the view.

She knew all the right and wrong things to say when it comes to him - but she never made a move, not until since.

Now, she's determined to make him feel her. She can be unbelievable or unexpected, but she is willing to give it all. Just to let him know.

Brentice halted when he noticed her presence. She was beaming at him while he was blankly staring at her. It was a sight of unrequited love; it made her want to laugh. But it was painful, in some ways.

She didn't let it show, though.

"Brennyyyy!" She cheerfully called him by his nickname. It was her special nickname which, she, only Emilia Cecilia, would and would ever call him.

He didn't bother returning her a greeting, a hi or a hello will do. But she did not receive one.

Brentice jogged past her.

"Brenny, I'm coming over at your's! Would you mind?" She asked, he didn't turn to her. It was the cold shoulder - she knew him since - she knew what's it for. He's killing any tinge of hope; but she knew that, she prepared for that. "Well, I don't. I'm joining you at dinner. See ya!"

But of course, Brenny did not come home that night. She wasn't able to join him at dinner. She's at home and he's not at his.

A clear statement.