That moment when he leaves, i feel resentful to myself that i couldnt speak up. Couldnt kiss him passionatly to let him know with my lips rather than my brain. Why do i let him leave without words or feelings? I dont know what this feeling means and why when he leaves i feel a blankness and emptyness in my stomach; as if my heart was ripped from my body and slowly my pulse dies and my body shuts down. Yet, as i walk through the door i hear a noise, one i know very well. The noise of him calling me. I rush up stairs, throw my bag down, fix my hair and slam the door. This moment, my heart beats faster and faster and my smile is wider than a mile.
The calls last for hours and hours. Soft giggles to extreme snorting. When he finally says goodnight i feel the smile wiped away from me and my pulse slows and my orbes melt. The ocean flows down my cheek soaking the cushion. But the sweet " i love you babe!" Sticks vivedly to the back of mind as the flashback occurs. I remember the day in powerful detail; every kiss, every hug, every laugh and every hand he laid on my body. I feel him touching me in my head. My eges glisten with water as i hug myself to sleep.
Although he verbally said goodnight, he messages for another two hours every night unless his parents catch him. Hes young, just 14. But he makes me so happy. His parents hate me as they think i am a bad influence. In those two hours my emotions are played like a guitar. But yesterday, i broke in half.
YOU ARE READING
But then he walked away
Teen Fictiona girl desperatly and helplessly in love with hee best friend. although he doesnt know because she cant say the words.
