Confessions
Delilah
I looked at Jonas curiously as a few stray tears escaped my eyes. Since my breakdown in the middle of the street, he had brought me to his house, not that I’m complaining. I want to spend as much time as I could with Jonas as I can. Who knows when I will see him again?
He led me to his room and locked the door. His room is a light blue colour, like the colour of the sky on a warm sunny day. He only has a dresser and a bed in the middle of the room, he always liked things that were simple. His closet was a walk-in closet, although he had never used it. He barely had enough clothes to fill a quarter of the closet, but the closet is filled with other random things, like old school assignments, projects, basically things he didn’t need any more.
I walked down to the bed and sat down. He followed me and took a seat next to me. The minute he sat down, I couldn’t keep my tears from coming down as I broke down again in his arms for a second time that day. I was just going to miss him so much. I felt my tears soaking through the front of his shirt. I just hope he doesn’t mind having a wet shirt.
We probably have been sitting there for five minutes just him comforting me as I cried my heart out to him, but it honestly felt like an hour. After I finally calmed down, he handed me a tissue.
“You feeling better?” He asked me.
“Yeah I guess. I’m just going to miss you so much!” I sniffed. It’ll be so hard not seeing him and not having him next to me after we’ve been best friends for 9 years.
“Maybe you’ll survive?” He suggested, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
I scoffed. “Yeah I doubt it. Didn’t you say concentration camps supposed to, like, kill you?”
He looked at me with a smirk. “I didn’t say they were going to kill you. There’s just a slim chance of surviving.”
“Yeah whatever, same thing.” I shrugged it off.
“Not really.”
We lied there on his bed for a while, just me and him. I enjoyed having times like this where I’m just hanging out with Jonas, sitting in silence. Maybe a little too much, but I ignored that extra feeling in my gut and just focused on spending time with Jonas. I kept on getting worried that his dad would burst in here and take me away, he is a Nazi after all, but Jonas assured me that he had gone out. I can only hope that he wouldn’t be back soon.
I was silent, not the awkward kind, the silence was comforting, but it couldn’t last long. I just had to break it.
“I love you.” I blurted out, without even thinking of what I’m saying.
“I love you too, we’re best friends.” He replied automatically, like he was supposed to say it, which I guess is true, but I wish it was more than that.
“No I mean I’m in love with you!” I gasped and covered my mouth as I just realised what I said.
Jonas
“No I mean I’m in love with you!” Delilah gasped as she covered her mouth.
My head snapped up to see her. Did she say she was just in love with me? I never thought she would return those feelings! The truth is, I’ve been having the same feelings for Delilah for a long time. I didn’t know what it was before, I think I was too young, but I feltsomething. Since I was seven or eight, I felt something different for Delilah. Something in my stomach that I just couldn’t explain. I was young so I just ignored it, but it never went away. As we got older and closer, the feeling grew. When I was old enough to know what it was I denied it at first. I mean, what are the chances of falling in love with your best friend! But I just couldn’t help thinking about growing up and having a family with her. I was certain that she was my soul mate, but I was also certain that she would never return my feelings.
