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the in-between.
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” You insisted again, locking your gaze on me, silent and tenacious.
I scoffed, discarding half-baked concern down the cliff below. “So you say. You only come to me when you need me, but you were never there when Itruly needed you.”
“So,” I continued mechanically, turning away. “Don’t pretend that you care.”
I did not bother to look at you; staring at the trees below seemed like a much more desirable decision at that moment.
Twigs snapped underneath your weight as you shifted in place to move closer to me. “Believe whatever you want to believe. But for now, I’m here.”
A hand on my shoulder, you directed me to face swirls of chocolate, lips pursed. A slither of warm breath grazed my nose.
“And that’s what matters, isn’t it?”
Pulling away abruptly, you flashed me a ghost of a smile. Trying to avoid a blush crawling up my cheeks, I back away, and your hand slipped off its place on my shoulder.
“But then again,” I whispered, letting my eyes scan the outline of the water that lapped up the lake’s shore. “You are wrong. There is something wrong with me.”
I felt stern eyes burn holes into the side of my face, and sooner or later, you faked a cough and leaned back on your hands.
“What is, then?” A short breath followed your question, and a small bird flying gracefully past caught your attention.
Everything is wrong. The feelings I have for you, my stupid brain condition, how I am here with you, and the list stretches on and on. The way only you could make me feel, the insane speed my heart beats at when I’m with you.
It’s all wrong.
I wish that I can tell you this, but it’s futile. It wouldn’t make sense, anyway; the way that I feel about you.
“My brain.” I say, guiding a hand to my chest. “My heart, and stuff like that.”
You frowned. “You have a heart condition too?”
I threw my head back in a laughing fit. “Something like that. But not really.”
You made a face. “Don’t tell me that you are hiding something from me again.”
“No,” I said while faking a laugh, shoving you in an attempt to deny it, even though it wasn’t the complete truth. Hiding what I felt about you wasn’t easy, but it has become easier with time.
“You had better not.” You smirked, and shoved me back.
