Fated To Love You

20th string - Complications

RIN’s POV

I wasn’t able to sleep due to last night’s incident. It kept replaying in my head and the kiss still looked vivid in my imagination.

Now, my feelings are finally clear to me. After that kiss, I realized that I like him. But more than relief, I feel more troubled knowing that I feel that way for him. Because, I know this isn’t right. I shouldn’t be liking him. Worse, I can’t easily fall in love with him. Since, he’s the guy I hated for so long.

How’s my pride going to take that?

And the fact that he has his girlfriend, I simply find it wrong for me to feel this way for him. I’ve happen to have my first kiss with him and that made me feel guilty. What more if he knew that I like him? Knowing the fact that someone’s already by his side and me feeling this selfish emotion, I just can’t allow it. I don’t want to hurt anybody. I just can’t.

I was cooking breakfast in the kitchen when slow footsteps kept coming my way again.

This again.

I was expecting it to be him, and my instinct didn’t fail me. I turned around and saw him standing 2 meters apart from me with bed hair. He looked at me and was about to come closer when…

“Wait! Don’t come any closer!” I commanded him. I was in panic. I can’t face him. He must have remembered what happened last night and might be here to talk about it with me. I just can’t talk about it with him right now.

“What’s wrong with you now?” He said and then he scratched his head and continued walking slowly towards me.

I just stepped back, leaned on the counter but then…

“Awwwwww!!!!!!” My arm touched the hot pan that I placed under fire to cook egg. It stinged so bad and a red rash started to appear. I was in so much pain I couldn’t handle it.

“Hey! Seriously!” Marcus shouted over and then went to my side. He grabbed my injured arm and then he placed it under running water.

“Does it still hurt???” He asked me and I just nodded. My tears started to slide down my cheeks from the side of my eyes.

He turned the faucet off but I didn’t expect he’d carry me in my arms.

“Hey, put me down! I’m not crippled… it’s j-just my arm…” I told him.

“You always keep on making yourself appear strong when in fact you’re in so much pain. I’m so used into rescuing you when you get into an accident, but then you make me always feel so worried about you! Darn it. Just shut up already or I’d never help you.” He cursed.

And so I decided to keep quiet. I never saw him get so mad like that at me. He never lost his cool when I’m in front of him. And this is a first.

He went up the stairs and opened the door to my room. He put me down and then I guess he locked the door. He pulled me closer to the bed.

“Sit there and wait. Where’s your first aid kit?” I obediently sat on the edge of the bed.

“It’s in the dresser’s 2nd drawer.” I told him.

I felt so sorry for being a bother again to him. Now I know what he’s talking about. Because of me, he’s shouldering another burden he isn’t supposed to carry. I’m just a petty trouble he shouldn’t get involved with after all.

I felt my heart throb at the thought of that.

He looked at the drawers in my dresser and found the kit after that. He lifted the chair next to my bed and placed it in front of me and he sat on it.