{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

forty'seven

Norah;

"I love you."

I stared at him, my eyes bugging out.

A long silence stretched out between us…a REALLY long silence.

I was stunned, I couldn't move.

Willing my mouth to work, I opened it…but there was no sound coming out.

Looking right now at Braden, I was shocked in silence, I was frozen and I couldn't do a fucking thing about it…

Searching my boyfriend's face, I stared right at him, scanning and surveying him.

His eyes held a longing desperation, I could see a raging ongoing battle growing in his eyes, he was…scared? Afraid?

He was desperate, I could see it, plain as day. But why?

A thousand questions were fighting inside my head, tackling each other and bursting forth from their cages but never leaving my lips.

He was scared…he was desperate…

His eyes were pleading with me, pleading to say anything, his own eyes roaming my face.

And standing there…staring at him, I could only think of one thing.

As I looked over him, my eyes raking over his features, they took in everything of Braden, my boyfriend.

The blonde, soft locks, the athletic and subtly built body, his tall height and his soft lips. His beautiful skin, his golden boy personality. His kind smile and nature. Taking in just…Braden, just him.

And the one thing I was thinking was…

I don't love him.

And at the same time, I realized my pulse wasn't racing. My heart wasn't beating fast. I wasn't flushing…I felt nothing.

Closing my eyes tight, I licked my lips, pressing them firmly together to try and think except at that moment, the only thing I could see in my mind was Dante.

The boy with beautiful jet-black hair, the shrouded green eyes, the bruised, pouty lips, the arrogant smirk. The boy who was tutoring me and I was him. The boy with the amazing tongue ring that I forced myself not to think about and always forgot about it in the end. The boy who irritated me and made me just want to scream and kill him yet at the same time, gave me the urge to just hug him tight and even…kiss him, hard.

It's not Braden I love.

Suddenly, I felt lips press down upon my own and I slowly opened my eyes, looking at the closed lids of his eyes, his black lashes tickling my cheek gently. After a few seconds, he stepped back, a gentle smile on his bruised lips, his green eyes twinkling at me. His jet-black hair seemed to shine as the gentle rays of sunlight washed down upon the two of us.

I blinked.

Dante was gone. The smile replaced by biting lips, the green eyes replaced by pacific blue, the soft expression replaced by a pleading, desperate, worried one.

I don't love him.

"Did you say you love me?" I whispered hoarsely, my mouth dry, my voice cracking as I stared in confusion at him.

He nodded slowly.

"Okay." I said before smiling and promptly falling backwards as my eyelids slid shut and blackness took over me.

I don't love you.

Slowly, my eyelids fluttered open, groaning at the sudden burst of light from the ceiling above.