I'm in love.

Hi, I'm Daniel. And I don't know what to do right now. I've just been slapped hard by my girlfriend. Maybe clawing my eyes out would help me realize that I'm still living? Not really. For the first time since we've been together, she hurt me. I hurt her too. Was it because of me? I said something mean to her, well; I'm just defending my dignity. Just because she's a girl then she's always right! I have my conscience too and I have my rights too.

I look straight into her teary eyes. "I'm sorry if I said that,"

"Sorry?" She spat and smiled, chuckling softly. "I'm not sure if you're the one who's supposed to say that. I mean, you're right; I'm too flirty with boys. Ha-ha."

"Flirty?" I stared blankly at her. Did she just say flirty? I couldn't control myself, the blood rushing through my veins were rapidly raising its temperature. "I said that I got jealous of you and Victor because you were having a fun time with him earlier! I didn't say you were flirty!"

"Well, sorry for misunderstanding your stupid statement!" She bellowed and rolled her eyes. Yelping madly, she stomped her foot on the ground and walked away.

I grabbed her arm instinctively and pulled her into a hug. I just noticed we were being drenched by rain; it's been a long time since we've done this but it's the complete opposite. Last time we were outside, both of us smiled and laughed as we ran through the falling droplets of water, as if the universe was in favor of us. The sweet smell of her lemony perfume tickles my nose; it takes me to another realm, a realm of pure love. A spark ignites when her fingertips touches mine. But now, we were being poured by the angel's tears, the mix of sadness and anger surrounding us.

My mind told me to give her a soft kiss on her beautiful lips, but my body doesn't want to. Even though I'm forcing myself to put my lips against hers, I just couldn't do it. A warm feeling spreads on my chest, my shirt is wet, not just because of the rain, but because of the pouring salty tears from her dark brown eyes. I don't care if we were being stared by passengers and teenagers and families and whatever. In this moment, we're together; we're alone, standing beneath the endless pavement that stretched to our favorite park.

"Rebecca," I whisper at her ear. I could smell her hair, it's the shampoo I gave her last week that gave her the amazing scent of strawberry. My lips curl up automatically; at least I know she's still using one of my gifts. "I apologize,"

She pulls her head back, she's trying to make an eye-to-eye contact but failed, rain was dropping into her eyeballs so she's just looking at my nose. "Rebecca? It's been a long time since you called me that. I thought you're used in calling me Becca?"

"No matter what name I call you, you're still Rebecca. You're still the same girl I fell in love with." I responded to her with a grin, making her smile just a little bit. I cup my hands on her face, her soft skin send shivers to my body, I run my fingertips down from her cheek to her neck, and it's so smooth as if I was just touching silk.

"And you're still him, the same boy who used to escort me to my house." Becca smiles.

I smile.

We both smiled. It eventually turned into a hysterical laugh.

I take her hand and linked my fingers with her. I run, I run as fast as I could, pulling her behind me. We stopped at the park, under an umbrella made of concrete, that's where we used to eat ice cream and cuddle with each other. Thinking of that made my arms unconsciously wrapped around her like she's a caterpillar transforming, and I'm the cocoon. I loosen my grip of her but still embracing her.

"Maybe what I did was childish." I say.

"You think so?" She smirks. "Too late to realize that,"