𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐈𝐒

SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN HIS➖SIXTEEN

                         
                              She has always been HIS.

            My throat runs dry, my eyes jut out as I stare at a completely different Xander, who was clearly still bleeding, his hair disheveled and face red, dotted with beads of sweat as he stares into my eyes, I try my best to stay sane, roaming my hands till it falls against the edge of a table for balance.

I part my lips and stare intently into his jade green orbs, his dark brown curly hair, the shock or rather mortification his face held and it was certain, this wasn’t Xander or Chance nor even Zach, this was Xavier.

The Xavier I knew years back, the Xavier that kept sending letters, was standing before me, words can’t leave my lips and even if they do, I have no assurance of how stable my words would be.
Abruptly, the door behind me is pushed open, out of fear I avert my eyes to the door only to see  Xander staring at me then to his lookalike.

"Its not what you think, this is Cha-"

I lift my trembling hand up, halting his words, "Chance? Zach? no, maybe this is Xander and you’re Chance." I say almost convincingly,
His eyes bulge distressingly  as he runs out of words.

But he persist as he continues, "you don’t understand Mari, this is Cha-."

"S-stop." My heart beat unnervingly, as we both turn to the voice, "I’ll e-explain." He says more carefully, I pick that he still stammers just like he used to.

Without any argument Xander runs a hand through his hair as he exit the room, shutting the door behind him, my brain is reeling from all the questions roaming in it.

How, why did he leave my school, why his he suddenly so private, why didn’t he talk about his brothers when we use to talk, why his Xander acting as him, why is he even hiding inside a..

A realisation dawn on me, that I was so awestruck to even glance at the room. I take my time to look round the room and I’m shocked to my feet when I see the pictures on the wall, so many of them littered at every corner of the room.

It was my pictures. Some I don’t know how he got access to, the one of me inside the kitchen, the one of me wearing my uniform inside Malloy’s eatery and even a recent one of me in class.

"Its not what you t-think." Sensing my discomfort he hastily informs.

"W-what?" I utter out of breath.

"The p-pictures." He states,  "I’m sorry about this, I know how inappropriate this looks but it’s not what you think."

"What do you think I’m thinking."

"That I’m a freak, a p-pervert."

"Why, why do you have so many?" I question as I carefully saunter round his room.

"It’s how I remind myself of you."

I let out a strangled laugh taking my eyes off my pictures to meet his warm gaze, "why, why would you want to remember me."

"B-Because you’re my happiness Mari, you’re the only thing that make sense to me, I’m still breathing because I have you, you mean so—"

I stop him halfway by going ahead to talk, "No this can’t be real, you can’t be playing games with me like this, I shouldn’t be here." I utter trying to convince my self, I turn around running my fingers through my hair as I made my way towards the door.

"M-Mari wait, I’ll-" I don’t let him finish as I stormed out of his room.

I come face to face with Xander and he looked so vulnerable. I don’t understand how he could act like someone he’s not, was that the only reason he has been helping me all this while, because his brother had feelings for me.