{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

forty'nine

Dante;

A week had passed already since that fateful day on the school field and running track. One whole week.

I know, even I was surprised.

During the whole week that had passed, I had not once seen Norah Parker. Not once, not even a fleeting glimpse or anything. She had been skipping her classes, that I knew very well.

I was beginning to feel hurt. Well, not that I hadn't already started since she'd just up and ran that day but I mean, it was just really starting to get at me.

Had I really got it all wrong?

After she took flight and I was left standing in the cold, miserable, horrible rain (that before seemed so romantic and utterly perfect) I had collapsed onto the soggy ground, feeling the water squishing beneath me out of the blades of grass.

What was wrong with me?

Were the signs all wrong, had I not played it out properly, was it…?

I don't know, I had no clue.

I debated for so long, outside in the cold about whether I had misinterpreted the signs, finally arriving at the conclusion that the signs had most definitely not been wrong. I could feel it, I swear I could.

Finally managing to drag myself out of the rain, I had squelched and slopped into the school building, up the stairs and into the dorm room.

Heading straight for the shower, I continued to argue in my head over the problem and what I should do about it.

I knew there was nothing I could do. Well, I mean, I could try again and again, I had supposed. But technically, if I was really thinking about this, the ball was basically in her court now, figuratively speaking of course.

Contemplating this as I stepped out of the shower and walked towards my bedroom, I had also managed to draw up a conclusion of the fact that what if I had done it too soon? So maybe it was my fault?

Thinking and agonizing over it, I had spent the whole week asking myself over and over again about whether it HAD actually been my fault and was I too soon?

Slipping beneath crisp sheets, later that night after agonizing over everything for the rest of the day, I had spent a long time thinking about Norah Parker before eventually falling into a deep sleep.

Somewhere along the line as I was thinking about her late at night, I came to a realization as to why I'd told her and so soon too.

It was after seeing them. Them, as in Braden and Norah.

When I had walked into the room to see Norah, I was immediately swept away by a whole new wave of jealousy and hurt. Sadness too.

She was hugging him and at that moment, I felt so hurt. What if they'd gotten back together and Norah realized she actually did love Braden? What if they were meant to be together? I couldn't stop the overwhelming thoughts and seeing their closeness, it just made me jealous.

I wanted to be that close to Norah. Closer, even.

I wanted to be the one that Norah could talk to, confide and depend upon.

I wanted to be the guy she loved.

I so badly wanted it, I was afraid that it was one of those 'it's now or never' times and that this was my chance, my opening to tell her.

I knew I should've waited but how could I?

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