He's a vampire. She's not. They're in love. Everyone knows, including the two, but it's an unspoken confession. They've kept it like that for a while now, because nothing good will come of it. Unlike in books and movies, humans can't be turned. To b...
Rosia stood in front of the full-length mirror, arms crossed, impatiently tapping an index finger against her upper arm. She stared at her reflection trying to imagine what would look good on her, but, if she were honest with herself, she doesn't have a single outfit that would make a guy drop his jaw.
"Uuugh," she groans.
She might as well wear her PJs, a white muscle shirt with the picture of a cupcake couple and the words "Sweet Lovin'" over a pair of blue cupcake-pattern sweats.
Noting how bright the morning sun was becoming, Rosia checks her phone to see it was past eight.
He should be awake by now.
Taking in a breath, she texts him.
Morning.★~(◡◕✿)
She immediately chucks the phone over her shoulder and onto her bed, giddy with nervous excitement.
"Hehehe," she giggles.
It felt like it's been weeks since she had seen Valentine, with the separation only intensifying her love. She was reminded of those romantic stories of men leaving for war, while the women waited everyday of their lives for their return before the couple could finally be together.
"Oooh," she swooned.
Yet, the image of his angry, fearful expression splashed a bucket of cold reality. He was confused and angry over her sudden confession. It was obvious he didn't believe their friendship would ever change nor would the truth of their feelings be acknowledged. But time was passing before their eyes and she couldn't wait anymore. One thing she learned about life you only have one and all it takes is for one regret to ruin everything forever.
Sorry, V. But I need this. I want to do this. Not for you, but for me. Just this once, I want to be selfish even if it hurts you. I'm sorry that I'm not sorry.
Sighing, she returns her attention to the mirror noticing how gray the bruises on each of her elbow pits have become. Like any curious idiot, she probes them.
"Ouch."
Well, at least it confirmed they were real. They were sore, but not to the point of leaving her arms stiff.
"Gotta hide these bad girls, so long sleeves are a must."
Eventually, Rosia found the perfect outfit to wear: a blue, Disney sweatshirt with the face of Stitch from Lilo & Stitch over a pair of black leggings with ankle-length ugg boots. She styled her black hair into a half-up topknot, held in place by a butterfly hair tie. It was the best she can do. Besides, Valentine is a fan of the alien fur ball.
She grabs her phone and reluctantly checks through it to see she hasn't received a text message.
She sighs, disappointed, yet relieved. That's okay. I'll get back at you today. She smiles.
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