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"Do you really want this? Me? Roman, I've known you long enough to know that you're not ready to give up every single girl in Hemlock for me." You say with a broken laugh, hands raking through your hair as you turn away from him, trying to suppress the inexorable emotion that is burning the back of your throat.
You never thought the boy you loved would profess his love for you back, it was an idea that seemed far too cliché and unrealistic, especially coming from the towns notorious 'bad boy', if you will. But he in fact, does love you, more than he anticipated or really foresaw, but a part of him knows that the moment your eyes locked with his, you were going to occupy a space in his brain and heart wether he liked it or not.
He lets out a huff, wanting desperately to see your face, even if it hurts him. "Yes I do. Maybe at one point I would have thought it was stupid and really fucking pathetic to be this affected by a girl, but I don't feel that way now. Not at all. Every other girl in Hemlock is just that, another girl, but you- you are worth more than anything in my life and I mean that." Your heart is hammering violently against your ribs as you turn around, blood rushing to the apples of your cheeks as you meet the blazing, forest green eyes of the boy you love.
He feels a twinge in his chest at his newfound admittance, the realization that he's never told the complete, unfiltered, and raw truth hitting him like a fist to the face. But the thing is, he's never felt more relieved, or happy to have let his pride get the best of him for once. He hopes with everything in him that it isn't too late, that your feelings haven't changed since the day you told him how you felt about him several months ago.
Your self doubt and worry made you a wreck over that period of time, and it's the only reason you're so persistent on making sure he really means what he says; but you can see it from the look in his eyes, that as new and uncomfortable as it is for him to admit his feelings, it doesn't change the fact that he's being completely honest. "W-what about what people might think? Or what people might say? I mean people already talk when they see us together, especially- well you know who, the girls you've been with. I don't want life to be harder for you, Ro." You say with a sad, sorrowful expression of dismay.
You feel as if someone has tied a string around your lungs and is pulling them each in opposite directions; your mind already trying to prevent you from accepting the fact that everything is ok, that Roman loves you back. But then you realize how foolish that is, how incredibly ridiculous it really is considering all that Roman has been through, yet he still opened himself up and is holding his word firm, without any regrets. Roman, of all people isn't nearly as worried as you are. That lets you know right off the bat that you have a hard time accepting happiness because it's always seemed to turn it's back on you in the past.
He steps closer, expensive boots dragging along the floor as his long and limber legs carry him to your figure in nearly no time. "I don't care what they say, or what they might think. None of that matters if I have you y/n. For the past two years you've kept me from doing stupid shit that could have hurt people I love, you've kept me from going off the deep end. That's how I know that you're strong enough to put up with anything." His expression is contemplative, yet suddenly weary as he gazes down at you.
