Onsra(Bittersweet Love)

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A wave of relief went through me. Maybe this whole thing would work out. My heart pounded at the thought of being with Wes alone. I know he has good intentions, I know he won't do anything wrong. After all, I loved him. With love comes trust.

I grew anxious as I went through the window to his room one leg at a time, just like Wes had told me. I grew more nervous at the thought of what would happen if I got caught. What if my mom walked into my room and noticed I wasn't there? Or maybe one of Wes's parents may decide to come back home to check on everything. If they found me, what would happen? It was very unlikely. But even with that slim chance, It would be devastating for that to happen.

After about five minutes, I opened his unlocked window. The room was dark and had a familiar scent. It relaxed me somehow, even though I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Shaking slightly, I felt my way along the wall, finding the light switch easily. As I flicked it on, the whole room illuminated.

I shielded my eyes, waiting to adjust to blaring light. His room was simple. Blue walls, a plain, small blue bed, a dark wooden desk and a self with a few plastic trophies. Football and baseball trophies, I could tell. The only thing that stood out was a small painting of some sort of landscape made from dark green and light blue paint. It was framed nicely and hung on the wall next to the open door leading to the hallway.

I wanted so badly for Wes to come back from wherever he was. It felt like I was intruding, like I was doing something wrong, which I pretty much was.

Thinking against my better judgement, I decided to go find Wes. It shouldn't matter, since he said the house would be empty. I'd just go find him rather than waiting for him to come here. What's the difference?