Cold Blooded

27. 🖤

I continued to write in my journal at my desk, as I heard Chris loudly chew his bubble gum on my bed. "What do you even write in that thing?"

"My feelings." I mumbled, continuing to rapidly write in the book.

"Just let it out." He shrugged. I ignored him, and when done I closed my pretty colored journal and left it on the desk.

I sat next to him as he continued to rapidly type in his phone. It was silent, except for Chris' loud gum chewing. I looked over at him as he blew a bubble, it popping all over his mouth.

I smiled and rolled his eyes. He fixed up his gum and looked over at me. "I have to go. It's getting late."

I nodded. "Bye."

He waved, not looking up from his phone. He had gotten up and left my room making sure to close the door behind him.

I had lay flat out on my bed, my mind blank.

Almost blank.

I can't get him out of my head and I'm longing to. If I keep thinking about him I'll get hurt physically by someone other than him. I felt burning tears fall down my cheeks once I then seen him appear next to me on my bed. I continued to cry heavily, not looking him in the eye.

"I decided on something." He mumbled. His tone was serious, although sad. I looked into his majestic eyes. He looked at me boldly back into mine. "I'm going to die."

I bit my lip as more tears fell down my cheeks. I shook my head furiously, and I felt myself begin to hyperventilate. "N-no."

"I have to." He said lowly. He was calm, as if he expressed no fear.

"You must not love me if you wanna die! Do you see what I'm already going through without you!?" I yelled, getting up from my bed.

He gotten up too, standing at the opposite side of the bed. "I'm protecting you-"

"Mateo I'm depressed!"

"Do you know what you go through just for us being in love!?" He yelled. "Do you!? Because you get hurt all of the time! They threaten death on you and everything!"

"Please." I begged, as I felt my legs go weak. I collapsed onto the floor, continuing to cry. "Please don't go. Kill me then."

"I can't-"

"Yes you can! Just say you've killed me-"

"She knows everything!" He argued. "And youalready know how much of trouble I'm in for loving a human!?"

"Mateo! You say you're going to kill yourself but you're the different one! You wouldn't die!"

"I want to though." He growled, causing for me to jump. He sat onto my bed, and I seen tears fall down his cheeks. "I want to die."

He clenched his jaw. "I feel like if I don't then something will happen to you. Shit already happened to us back then that you wouldn't believe, just for us being in love."

"Then," I paused. I sniffed and wiped my tears. "M-maybe we shouldn't speak anymore. Ever."

He looked up at me. His eyes were once again that dark unidentifying blue. He nodded and combed his fingers through his thick hair. "A-alright."

He wiped his tears and got up while I opened my arms. I felt horrible. My guilt and pitty overwhelmed me which only made me cry even more.

Mateo wrapped his arms around me, and I felt my tears fall onto his shirt. He gently picked up my chin and kissed me. "I'm your imagination." He said softly. His eyes were red and his face soft from his crying, mine as well. Our foreheads touched as we look into each others eyes. "I'm forever a pigment of your imagination." He repeated.

He walked away, our stare being broken. I turned around, and he was gone.

He's gone...

But I know he sees me.

Might just be a flashback of Mateo's life back to slavery times again for the next chapter since I was told that many liked the flashback..