I WAS RISKING MY LIFE every time I looked at her or even talked to her. Talked to her when I should not have. But it was nearly impossible to ignore her and pretend she did not exist. She was a drug to me, an addiction I was unable to get clean of. Explaining how she made me feel was humanly out of the question. I was not supposed to develop feelings for her, let alone protect her from the people I worked for. This was supposed to be a simple task; catch her and turn her in for being a traitor.
Not fall in love.
Falling in love with her was not right.
Indescribable.
A sin; unholy.
I knew I should have stopped.
But I knew she had fallen for me, too.
Hard.
A part of me knew loving her would eventually have to come to an end. How did someone simply stop having feelings for someone? Feelings could not be controlled and they could not be helped. My heart had a thing for disobeying me but this time? I was completely fine with it. For once, my heart had chosen someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Our love was an incurable disease and if I were to have a cat scan, I would light up like a Christmas tree.
I was entirely infected.
I knew that as well as I knew my own name.
The way she laughed made me always want to join in with her. She never held back, smiling widely and proud to show off her imperfect teeth. It was in fact her flaws that made her absolutely beautiful. She never cared how her hair looked and she never cared about how other people viewed her. At least, that was what I thought. I never knew what went on inside that head of hers and she never knew what went on inside of mine. If she knew, she would know I was not who I told her I was and the trust we held would be broken.
She sat on the other side of the table, making a list of things everyone would need for the trip, occasionally throwing Greysen a look whenever he suggested something irrelevant. He would only point to her piece of paper in hopes that she would eventually write his suggestions down. Everyone was here; Olivia, Travis, Megan, Billy, Valerie, Amelia, Logan, Greysen, Sydney, and I. Amelia and Logan decided it would be best for George to stay with his grandparents until we got back.
Thank God.
No one seemed to question what happened to either Sydney and I. Of course, they saw the wounds on our bodies but said absolutely nothing about them. Greysen acted as if he did not notice them, either, and that he did not know what happened. Sydney had managed to cover some of the wounds on her face with her makeup but they were still noticeable. If someone stared at her long enough, the black and purple bruises would soon enough show their faces through the foundation she was wearing.
We had all managed to squeeze into a booth here at Fred's Diner and we were all sharing an apple pie. Sydney tugged her bottom lip between her teeth as she continued to scribble words down on the notepad. I knew I could sit here and watch her all day if it was not for Olivia constantly nudging me with her pointy elbow. When I turned my head to look at her, she pointed to the corner of her mouth and I copied her motion, feeling a bit of saliva on my skin.
"Hey, I think we're running a little low on pie. Come with me to get some more?"
I opened my mouth to decline but Olivia reached for my hand and started pulling me out of the booth. Sydney looked up from writing and I smiled at her, feeling a moment's relief when she smiled back at me. I nearly tripped over my own two feet because it was so hard for me to look away from her. Olivia pulled me up to the counter and snapped her fingers in my face, causing me to frown and look down at her.
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Candles
Fanfiction[C O M P L E T E D ✓] They were curious. They both had their own share of secrets. He was a man living in the present. She was a woman living in the past. He was a candle, ready to see everything she was keeping in the dark. And she was the w...
