.Rise And Fall.

.Rise and Fall. (23)

|Chapter: 23|

I frowned upon how he didn't think twice before cracking my ankle. Even the overexcited river flowing underneath our feet didn't relax my mind. He could've just worsen the pain, all I knew. Suddenly his jolly behaviour was making me doubt him. What were his motives behind all these? He won't do all these without a fair reason. Right?

Surely, he was planning something evil in that mind of his. Like throwing me off this bridge. I regretted the decisions I made, from asking him to take me home to agreeing with him to come sit here, missing my important lectures at school. And I don't dare to ask him to take me back now. One push from him and I'm dead.

I pushed all the stupid thoughts to the corner of my mind. So, I could work on them at night and lose my mind, get tired and then sleep or maybe not at all.

I turned to look at his side profile and froze, when the corner of his lips twitched up, his cheeks dipped and pearly white teeth appeared. The fake façade he wore around everyone broke into thousands of pieces, revealing the beauty he hid behind it. I was lost, my trance of thoughts about his motives thrown in the flowing river and went away in different directions. The tiny lines that formed at the corner of his eye confirmed the genuineness in his action. I wish I was good at expressing things or admiring the beauty I was looking at. His absentminded side was more gorgeous than I can ever put into words. He looked lost in something worth smiling.

"Did you just smile?"

He dropped his smile and looked away. I instantly curse myself internally for being so blunt and I brought my eyes back on the flowing river.

Even though a part me told me its just a waste of time being with the delinquent, but my other half told me its worth it. The reason? Wish I knew. Wish I knew what life had in its box for me beforehand and never come to this hell hole. But then again if I didn't, I won't have seen the most beautiful person filled with darkness. If somebody would've told me that beautiful people exist even being mysteriously dark, I would've laughed on their face.

My theory of being beautiful was different, someone full of life, light and happiness in their eyes. But now how could I still live with that theory when the person sitting next to me proved it utterly wrong.

He wasn't full of life or light but dark surrounded him like a second skin. Happiness is just a word with alphabets and has no meaning in his life. But he is beautiful. When he smiled his flaws meant nothing and that brought me to one conclusion, he was never dark but his life was and maybe still is. It took seven years of my life to figure it out.

"Do you want me to take you home?", he asked.

I hummed in reply.

The car ride to my house was silent. I was grateful that I was finally going home because the weather was getting the best in me. My hands were cold and stiff. I left my bag in the library and my gloves were in it. Sarah texted me not to worry about my things and that's not a problem.

When he pulled into my driveway, I quickly unlock the passenger door in eager to stay away from him. Before I could rush out, he grabbed my hand. Surprisingly his were warm despite the cold weather and it was kinda comforting.

"I need to give you something", he stated and pulled out a folded paper out for his leather jacket pocket and handed me.

I took it from him with my free hand and gave him the confused look having no idea what was it. For some reason he didn't let go off my hand, so I had to pull it out of his grip, I felt cold again.

I unfolded the piece of paper and then scanned through each and every word. At the end I gasped. No, this is not happening. I didn't care if he was sitting near me and hear me or could see how unhappy I was.