Army (What Breaks My Heart 2)

Chapter Seven: And I love her.

There are things that should be done from the moment you realize everything felt so wrong since the beginning.

And there are some you should just accept to keep the stakes higher and the risks low.

And I'm far lame than both.

Later on, I was sulking at the end of the sofa bed with my hands under my chin. I even crossed my legs in irritation. I can't hear what did Travis said to... what is the lady's name again?

Ugh. I really wanted to finish this movie with him. I love Nicholas Spark's movies.

I almost snapped at Marion when he laughed so hard on the phone while talking with his girlfriend.

Then I looked at him. Why, I didn't noticed how happy he looked this way before I appeared in his life. And those eyes, pleading before mine, asking me to tell him what's the problem, are the ones comforting me over and over again. And I hate it.

I hate it for making me feel submissive to him and for making me obsessed to think he'll actually love me back.

That your Mom and Dad's best friend stories are the same? That you're so positive not to have your Grandma Cass' best friend story be the same as yours?

Everything's a delusion Zeanna.

I made my way upstairs after I turned the TV off. He gave me questioning look which I caught the moment he stopped laughing at Gretel's jokes. I'm sleepy after I cried so hard. I wish he won't even bother asking why I was also bored watching The Choice alone.

Gretel actually didn't came and she was making up to him through phone calls. And I wasn't too happy to know he didn't want to save me from my earlier mess. I lied about my problem and he directly believed it. So there.

Yawning as I climb the stairs, my whole body stiffened when I saw a red-spotted gecko on the tiled floor.

Holy water.

My limbs were shaking as I called Marion by his name and it was less than what you actually called whisper.

"Z? Gretel will come here tomorrow..." I realized he didn't really heard me. My life is on my throat and it depends on how to Gecko's movement towards me.

Cliche, I don't care. One step from that pest will make me faint in three days.

I started walking backwards as I held my breath. My fingers were pale and cold. Believe me, I got fever in three days because of this gecko my classmate had thrown me back in grade school.

In a second, the pest's eyes laid on me and he stepped his one foot forward causing my bones to jolt, my heart to rearrange from my body and made its way to my ankle.

The movement was so fast and stiff at the same that I turned my heel on the wrong case and never got to clutch anything to slip me down the stairs.

I broke one of my fingers and my head is spinning right after I heard a loud yelp followed by a thud on the floor.

And that's where I thought I'd be found running out of blood on the cold floor.

But no, after I lost my balance, my senses still panicking, my bones crashing, I still find it hard why I crashed down on him.

The moment I lifted my head from his chest, I felt him stiffened under me. His face scrunched in pain and maybe in my weight that was lying above his hard body.

Time goes slowly as he opened his eyes only finding me worried in his state. It was so bad that I can't even touch his face.
That I can't have him.