I slight shiver runs through my spine, despite the immense amount of heat radiating off his hand to mine. i slowly lift my head, my eyes locking to his as a small smile curls onto his lips. he takes his free hand and lifts it to my face, and the sudden contact cause me to shutter and flinch back. he continues to move a rebellious strand of blonde hair behind my ear, and settles his warm palm onto my rosy cheek. his thumb traces my nose, down to my lips, then down to my chin.
"I can't believe it's you." He speaks, knocking me out of the daze he had me entranced in.
"neither can i." i squeeze out, my voice cracking.
we both finally realize the closeness between us, and i go to move back but i'm stopped. i hadn't even realized how his hand moved from mine to my waist, what was this boy planning to do? i quickly shake his hand off my face, shuffling my body away from him.
"You shouldn't be here Simon. I need to close, and need to leave." I say in a flurry of words as i rush to take off my apron and throw my hair up into a messy bun.
"no no no no no, you aren't going anywhere till you explain why you've been deading me for the past three and a half months." he says, anger and sadness evident in his voice.
"Simon, i can't do this right now." i speak, grabbing my keys and coat and heading to the door as Simon slowly drags behind.
"Ariel, i'm not loosing you again." he says, grabbing my hand into his as i finish locking the doors. i turn to him, the coolness of the air evident on our rosy cheeks.
"i'm sorry, i just- how would you react to find out someone you like, li- heck, loves someone else?" my voice grew quieter, and angrier, as i continued the sentence.something then had clicked in Simon. he looked down to me, eyes wide and watery, and raised my head with his hand to see the rebellious tears running from my eyes. without any sort of warning, he pulls me to him and presses his cherry blossom lips to my cracked violet ones, and i let him. i don't push like i should, knowing he loves another, i don't fight like i wish, cause my love for him is stronger. instead, i drop my bag, and wrap one arm around his neck, the other free hand into his hair. he deepens the kiss, and then finally releases for the cursed oxygen we need to survive.
"i like you, like, a lot." he says, his voice entrancing my ears.
it hits me then, that i really do love him, but i can't have him. i could never steal him from another girl who really likes him, the girl he has told me himself he loves. i could never take someone, who deserves much better than me.
"You should get going, she's probably waiting." i quickly give him a small, sad smile, pick up my bag, and then to my car.
i'm sorry Simon, but i guess we aren't meant to be.
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