Our Forbidden Love

XVIII: Birthday Present

Cataryna's POV

   Today's Wednesday. What does that imply? It's finally the middle of the week! We're closer to the weekend!

Her birthday is coming up next week, and even though we've been friends since 2018, it still feels like I'm getting to know her for the first time.

She's a few inches shorter than me, and her golden eyes could make my heart stop—honestly, it's hard to handle the way she effortlessly fills me with so much happiness.

Her hair is the darkest black I've ever seen, and even though she doesn't like to smile, she does it all the time when we're close.

She's into animes and Kdramas, especially Legend of the Blue Sea.

About three months after we started 9th grade, she came to school with a bandage on her cheek, saying a cat scratched her. (But I'm pretty sure it was from her own nails, since she always forgets how sharp they are).

But when I look at her, I can't help but wonder—how could someone so picky choose me and stay in my life?

She's like the sun's golden rays, and I'm just a shadow next to her.

How can Demir stay after all these times? Am I deserving of such person in my life? I love her to death but how come I am questioning her worth and mine into each other's lives?

I tucked myself under my favorite blanket and drifted to my dream world again. For the nth time today just because it's all rainy and I wish I were cuddling with that bestest friend of my best friend's girlfriend. Ugh.

Life is not fair. How come we're not having a coffee in a local shop right now and she's not giving me a bouquet of lilies?

I heard three faint knocks from our door but I'm too busy complaining to answer it. Is it that important right now?

Shivers went through my back as soon as I felt the other side of the bed shifting. I could smell her. Ha. Her remarkable vanilla scent and the tiniest hint of lavender attached to it.

Is it just me or most gay girls smell like vanilla? I guess it's just me. I need this at least one belief and I think this isn't a potential universal experience.

She tickled the back of my neck and I could only wish she were fucking m—

"Hey there, panda." She whispers as close to my right ear. I close both my eyes and pretend to be asleep.

I felt a sense of warmth and security the moment her arms were wrapped around my waist. I guess that's what the l-word does.

"Mhm?" I feign as if I had just woken up. I still have zero idea on what to get her for her birthday!

"I missed you." She started, kissing my right ear.

After gathering the courage to face her, I turn to her and I could only stare in awe. Fuck fuck fuck. It's just a basic oversized hand-me-down hoodie yet she's looked like a model endorsing an overrated fashion brand. 

"My darling, my wife." I mumble under my breath as she buried my face on her bosom. 

She tightens her grip around my waist and leaves a wet kiss on my forehead. 

Maybe, this is what evermore feels like. 

An eternity spent with her is a series of lives well-lived. 

And whatever is to be a conflict in our future, must be burnt to the ground, sent to the milky way, and never to be seen again.

Nothing in this world could ever possibly equate to my love for her.

... but should I gift her my virginity? Or will I be doing too much?

How about a lamp? A cute pink one? Will she like it?

For the love of God, I have been loving her for long yet cannot come up with anything to give to her as a present. In my defense, she already have everything I can think of.

But she doesn't have a child of her own. Mhm.

Oh. Kidding. I can barely manage on my own, let alone raise a child. I'll only marry her if I can finally afford to.

What present shall satisfy you, Miss Parker?

One new message

Harriet Empire: my best friend wants to have sex with you
(~￣³￣)~

Okay, what the fuck?!

I look at my lover who's already asleep. Fuck, she's the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life and anything in this world that would harm her would receive my fist in their faces.

She's such an angel. I would do everything and anything for her.

If loving her is a sin, then I am the biggest sinner in the world.