The ceiling is what I focus on because I don't want to focus on anything else. If I do, I'll focus on what happened three hours, seven minutes, and forty-nine seconds ago. When I don't focus on it, my heart calms down and I can breathe. But then the second a little bit of the image pops into my mind, my heart goes crazy. This shouldn't be happening, I just broke up with someone I liked a lot, but it is. And now I have to face the fact I've been ignoring for about a year now: I have feelings for Erik Mueller, they guy who literally saved my life.
When I think about it, my heart races as fast as the roadrunner all over again. And just like Wile E. Coyote my stupid mind wants to chase my stupid heart until it gets what it wants. But in the end, my stupid mind won't get what it wants because I won't let it.
It's been a while since I allowed myself to feel the smallest bit of feeling towards Erik. It's hard not to, he's got the biggest heart and helps anyone he can and isn't so hot that everyone falls for him, he's just cute enough. He's also got the perfect job as a barista and gives me free coffee or a pastry sometimes.
Before is one of the reasons why I like him so much. Even if I'm a mess and I don't look very pretty he's still there for me. He literally saved my life and didn't have to do more than that but he did. He gave me a place to stay, helped me get back on my feet, got me to go to a therapist, and keeps helping me.
But I'm still too scared and broken to do anything about what I'm feeling. It's been a year, yes, and I've mostly moved on but my heart is still glass. Especially now that some dick left me for some bitch who'll open her legs.
I sigh and roll over, staring at the clock. Three hours, thirteen minutes, and six seconds. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
"Noa?" My door slowly creaks open and I close my eyes. My breathing slows and I keep myself still. I've done this before, I just pretend I'm sleeping and he won't come in. "Noa, are you up?" I wait a few seconds to hear the door close and him walk away but I just hear his footsteps come closer.
The bed sinks behind me and the sheets ruffle. I can hear his light breathing in the silence.
Suddenly something touches my face and my heart races when I realize it's his hand. He pushes my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear. I hear him sigh and he keeps his hand still.
"I'm sorry you're hurt like this, Noa," he whispers. His hand goes away and the bed moves and I think he's leaving when I feel something warm and soft touch my cheek. I blush when he pulls away and I listen to make sure the door is closed and he's gone before reaching to touch my cheek. He kissed me. My heart races ten times fast than before and I blush even harder.
He kissed me.
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In The Eyes Of a Saint
Teen FictionI stare at the cars. I stare at the people. I look up and I stare at the sky. I stare at the clouds. A few birds fly by. I stare at those, too. Then, I look at the buildings. Some are completely lit up. Others are only partially. I stare at the cars...
