Limerence

Eight

Pushing the dessert in my bowl, the ice cream swished around the curves. Scooping a piece of the warm brownie and vanilla ice cream up, I placed it into my mouth.

My mind burst into explosions as the flavors fused together leaving me mindblown.

Hearing a chuckle beside me, I glared at Stephen as he raised his hands up in defense. He puts a few Salt and Vinegar chips into his mouth as my eyes looked in awe. My hand sneakily reached inside his bag as he swatted it away, giving him a pout he wags his fingers.

"Stop mixing sweet and savory stuff!"

He hates sweet and savory foods. I never understood why, you literally have the best of both worlds!
Besides I could eat almost everything, he should be glad I'm not a picky eater.

Rolling my eyes I shooed him off as I continued eating my ice cream in peace, endless thoughts popping into my mind. I've been starting to feel empty and annoyed for awhile now. I haven't told Stephen about this, I'm afraid of how he'll react.

I've been seeing so much people doing things they love and I'm still confused as to what I want to do. The year would soon end then comes graduation and college. Although I chose a college already, I still don't know if I want to go straight to school.

I have one thing I'm passionate about; writing. Writing has made a huge impact in my life, I used to be able to write about anything. Now? I can't write without being frustrated or criticize my own work endlessly.

What can I do to help refresh my mind?

I can travel myself somewhere, to find inspiration.

Or I can have a vacation to find myself, as corny as that sounds.

Shoving another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth from the frustration that was going on in my mind. I'm sure Stephen would try everything he could do to help me, but I don't want that. If it's my passion I have to help myself.

A hand rests onto my back as it snaps me out of my thoughts quickly. Looking to my side I see Stephen sporting a frown on his lips and a curious look in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" His voice held a certain emotion I couldn't wrap my finger around.

I don't know.

Shaking my head I gave him my best smile as he nodded slowly, returning to his chips and watching a show on my laptop. Using my left hand to prop up my chin, I let out a quiet sigh. All around my room there was endless posters of various bands or artists. Tons of drawings and paintings done by my loved ones and I, my walls were decorated beautifully.

Picking at the light purple carpet floor, I gazed around my room, looking at every little thing. My bed was made with my favorite sheets, my pillows were fluffed, my favorite stuffed animals were placed in their usual spots. My table was neatly organized with beauty essentials in one corner, books in another rack, little things stuffed in containers.

A feeling of uncertainty washed over me as I let out a groan of frustration. Stephen was too engrossed in his loud comedy show to notice me, pulling my knees up I wrapped my arms around them.

Pushing my face into the insides of my arms, the touch of my bare skin resting against my face. My emotions were running all over the place now.

If everything is so perfect in my life, why do I feel so out of place?