Felix, June 10, 2014

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Chapter 5

 

“The greatest pain that comes with love is loving someone you can’t have.”  ––Ryaj Ablando Catayas

  I’M KILLING MYSELF. No. I was helping Skai kill me. I can’t love her again. I’ve never felt this before. I hated admitting that I was disgusted but renewed to care for this human.

  She was my last indulgence. I’d make her be before I couldn’t have her to save me anymore.

  Like while I was staring at her the entire time in hallway while she never acknowledged my presence, listening to music from her mp3 player.

  Come on, I think to myself. Just do it, Felix. You’re stronger than you’ve ever given yourself credit for.

  I pushed myself away from against my locker and walked up to her, inhaling her sweet fragrance.

  “Hey.”

  Her eyes flicker up to mine with a cold glare that says it all. “I’m not interested.”

  What? “I haven’t asked you anything yet––”

  Her shot back to me really startles me. “You don’t need to.” I’m right. I blink blankly at her. “I don’t need anything coming you, Felix Sanestarro.” She focuses on her music selection. All these tiny movements fill me with affection.

  “Huh?” I’m so confused. I liked it, though. Her huff of frustration blows her breath in my face and my eyes close for a brief second as I take full advantage of what she’s just gave me.

  “Don’t be coy. I’m sick of this multi-personality.” She snapped ferociously. I still don’t know what she meant.

  “One day, you glare all your hatred to me, the next day you’re fine and dandy and happy to apologize then you take that away from me and now you have the nerve to actually say hey?” her muddy brown eyes narrow at mine.

  “Save it for someone who has time for your crap.” She mutters, clear sadness in her voice. How much have I hurt her?

  “Skai…I…” even now, I don’t know what to say; which is strange since everything about me is supposed to be so perfect. So much for that.

  “Just stop.” She makes her move away from me and my hand, without my permission, takes hers. Her skin is so soft, the blood underneath, warm.

  Great, I just freaked her out, didn’t I?

  Nice going…

  But then I have second thoughts when a small gasp escapes her mouth as she looks down at our touch. It agonizes me to not know what she’s thinking.

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