A broken letter from an angel

🌺Chapter Thirteen 🌺

"She was as innocent as a tornado swirling to the tunes of thunder. She could never fathom the amount of havoc she caused in my world with her mere existence.

💕Serene's POV💕

"Oh, great, now the lights are gone too," I said in an irritated voice. The whole day I tried to ignore him, but fate still brought me back to him. He didn't say anything. As usual. He sat on the nearby table and said, " The watchman will be here exactly at eight for checking the school building. Until then we have to wait here. There is no way out." He said in a calm voice. What's wrong with him? It's 4 in the evening. Four hours. I have to be locked inside this dark library with the most annoying person on earth. Are you kidding me? I started banging on the doors. "Our school is in the middle of nowhere. Do you think anyone will hear you?" He said with that stupid smirk in his face. I rolled my eyes. "Don't you have a cellphone? My battery is dead," I asked him with hope. "I forgot it in my car," he replied. Half an hour later, I eventually realized that it was wasteful to yell help or bang on the door. So I gave up and sat on the chair across from him. None of us have said anything in these 30 minutes. But you see, I am a weird girl. I can't hold grudges against people. I tend to forget what people have done to me. I am that gullible. And when it comes to monsters, Sanity is never the answer. So, crushing my nonexistent pride, I decided to talk to him. Ask him one question that I was dreading to know. "Why do you despise me so much?" I asked him, looking up at him. He looked at me for a while, and then he answered. "I don't hate you. I never have. Or never will. I am just afraid. Afraid of being solved by you. Nobody has this effect on me like you have. Without even knowing. I am afraid that if I will let you in, you will see me, the real me who is far worse than the image the facade you see. And it will scare you away. And I can't lose you. You are my heaven in this burning hell." He said straight, looking in my eyes. A tear fell from my eyes. He is just as broken as I am. Afraid of the world. Afraid of his demons. That could destroy him. I always wondered, "What is it that is pulling me toward him?" And now I know the answer. He gave me the answer. We are both damaged. We are both broken. We find solace in our ruins. It scared me too. It scares me that I need him as much as he needs me. So I did the one thing I knew could make him feel better. Can make him consider trusting me. To make him less vulnerable. I stood up from my chair. With tears in my eyes, I hugged him. I hugged him like there was no tomorrow for us. Because this moment of us being alone in the library without all of our facade won't come back. After this moment, he will no longer be this monster that found peace in my arm, and I will no longer be the girl who enters through his complicated facade. He will change, and I will too. So I hugged him like I meant it. He was surprised at first. Then he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist. I smelled his aroma. It was cinnamon and rose. It was familiar. It reminded me of something. It reminded me of home. He placed his chin on my head. And we just stood there, engulfing the silence around us. It was beautiful. He didn't need to say anything. I know that he knows that I understand. After a few minutes, I let him go. We just looked at each other. Knowing very well that the moment has passed. It's never going to come back. And I was happy that I meant as much to him as he does to me. Between all those trying to solve him and crying because I can't solve him, I realized that I care for him more than I thought. This feeling is a mystery to me, whatever I felt for him. But it's true that I do feel for him. I smiled. He kept his face neutral. "So, can I be your friend now?" I asked him, smiling. I forwarded it. He gave me a weird look. Oh god. He will definitely yell at me. But he surprised me. He shook my small hand in his big, warm hand. His face was devoid of any expression. "OK," he said in a stern voice. I fist bumped in the air as if I had climbed Everest and yelled on top of my voice,"That's it, I am officially Ian Somerhalder's first friend in the Mystic High." He chuckled lightly at my childishness and shook his head and said something that shocked me. "Caleb, angel." I was confused, so I asked him, "What?" He said, giving me his sexy smirk, "You are officially the first friend of Caleb Ian Somerhalder, not Ian Somerhalder. Caleb is my first name." "