My Gangster Prince

I'M OKAY

6

"Yea I'm okay,"

Now that was probably the worst lie I have ever told, and the only I will ever tell. I really had no courage and the right mindset at that point of time to pour out my feelings to him, because it would just sabotage every single bit of acquaintanceship that we ever owned back then.

How in the world had I expected for any hopes between Chris and I, when I obviously knew that nothing was going to work out? Or maybe he is gay as well? Gosh, am I not just finding ways to hurt myself even more? Why have I fallen into the deep and hurtful well of love? How am I supposed to just rescue myself to just climb out of the well? I felt like the absolute stupidest person in the whole wide world, for dreaming too highly. Nah, I guess there is no hope for is anymore. I shall just forget him.

I came out of the cubicle, and saw Chris still waiting for me, even though I took way longer than ten minutes just "settling" my issues inside. His eyes fixed with mine, and there were just no absolute ways to stop staring back at him. He grabbed my forearm, and pulled me out of the toilet.

Gosh, everything I thought to myself could not be applied at all, and I just broke my own words! His hands were so big and yet soft at the same time, which dissipated a warm strike of heat which somehow managed to travel up all the way to my heart and head and filled the whole of them both. That feeling was like you had an accident, and having someone you really admire show care and concern for you. Everything felt surreal at the point of time, and I just wished that things could just freeze there and then. Like god, please let me have this moment forever. Pretty please?