Emma is typing...
Emma: Hey, about yesterday...
Emma: I'm sorry.
Kai: it's okay.
Emma: No, really. I'm sorry.
Kai: I told you it's fine. I'm just shocked.
Emma: Wanna meet up?
Kai: Not today, sorry.
Emma: Oh um okay. Is there a reason?
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I placed my phone on my desk gently, covering my eyes with my hands and rubbing, praying that my stress would subside; the images of the night before on the beach still haunted me.
Like a lot of people, I started off in life thinking I was heterosexual, but everything about the night before confused me. Emma had kissed me; the soft warmth of her plump lips still lingering against my own. Then, she had pinned me down and...
Sighing, I thought about the pleasure; how generous and genuine the love in her eyes had seemed. The heat of her against me was etched into my skin, the images still trailing my memory. She had been beautiful; every curve of her perfection in itself, her eyes had been darker and in a strange way beautiful. How she had dominated me.
It made me feel weak when I looked back on it; but it was a delightful feeling.
I looked up, dragging my fingers against my scalp and gazing into the mirror in front of me, a sliver of hope sparking in my chest.
Maybe I was actually beautiful?
I wasn't a horrible looking person, no. I had dark skin and big brown eyes, but I was insecure about my weight and the pimples that would sprout around my forehead. My hair was short, cut around my shoulders, and an ebony black. My nose was long and thin, my cheekbones almost invisible beneath my cheeks.
I wasn't ugly, but I certainly wasn't perfect, unlike a certain beautiful someone.
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Emma: Kai?
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I wasn't in the mood; I was too embarrassed to confront her or even talk to her about what happened. What if she had only pitied me?
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Emma: Kai, please don't ignore me.
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My phone began ringing; not even bothering to check who it was, I opened a drawer and slammed the phone inside, my heart swelling.
Certainly not in the mood.
