How To Stay Alive

Chapter 7

The next day...

I breathed.

My alarm beeped, synchronising with my heart.

3:45...

Where was he?

3:45...

Roman, please...

3:46...

Suddenly a knock threw my confidence out.

"Y-yes?" I became a mess.

As Roman opened the door, I smiled weakly.

"Hey Lo." He sighed,
"Hello..." I smiled,
"So, uh..."
"I think that I'm- uh... I think that I'm- sorry. I'm certain that I am in love with... I am in love with you!"
"What do you mean you 'think'? Obviously you are! I'm amazing."
"DO YOU HAVE A ROMANTIC-"
"Yes."
"... Really?"
"Yeah..."

He stepped to me.

"I'm, I'm demipansexual..." I froze up, expecting rejection,
"I'm pansexual." He smiled,
"Do I still have affirmation from you?" I asked,
"Yes."
"Really?" I smiled weakly,
"May I kiss you?" He asked me,
I nodded softly, "Affirmation."

He kissed me.

It felt like Deja Vu: I had been right here, in the same position, having the same kiss.

He pulled away, hearts, figuratively, in his eyes.
I blushed as he stepped back.

"I really like you, y'know?" He slipped his hand through his hair.

I froze; was that platonically?

"Romantically?"

He cupped his hand on my face, staring into my eyes.

He's tall. Very tall.

In fact, how have I just noticed?

His eyes shone through the orange lamps light.

An ambient noise of a computers fan whirring flew through the rooms paper-thin walls.

He smiled.

His hair looked red in this light.

I silently sighed.

Tears threatened to spill.

I remembered me being 12.

Having a breakdown.

Four years had passed by now.

I should be ok!

I mentally reprimanded myself.

Roman softly smiled.