The Bird That Couldn't Sing (GBFF)

Chapter 41 - Owen

A/N: Greek translation at the very end...

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Purity, transcendence, impeccability, sublimity--all words that have the same meaning: perfection. But, somehow, there aren't enough words in the universe to describe exactly how I'm feeling right now, with Sang's lips pressed against mine. Everything just seems... right in the world, like nothing and no one else matters right now. Just me, Sang, and the space between us. She's so close, yet so far. And her lips are so soft and warm and plump, and I can't get enough of them.

To hell with Mr. Blackbourne. To hell with Owen. To hell with being the team liaison. Right now, I'm just a boy. A boy who's so completely in love with a girl, that my heart literally hurts. I feel like I'm melting into a puddle of infatuation, and I'm rendered useless in stopping myself. I can't. And, honestly, I really don't want to.

Not now. Not ever.

This girl, she is my everything and more. And I know she belongs with us, all of us. Because if the boys feel even a fraction for her as I do, then I'd never take that away from them. Because, at the end of the day, she's all we'll ever need. And if I ever needed to quit the Academy for her--for whatever reason--then I would, in a heartbeat.

But slowly--like she's taking her time to savor the taste of my lips--she pulls away, resting her forehead against mine, panting for air--which probably burns her throat, but she'd never admit to that. Our warm breaths mingle between us, like they're trying to pull us together once more. And the words are right there, on the tip of my tongue: I love you. But I can't even get them out. I can't speak right now. I can't even think coherently; all my thoughts are completely consumed by her.

Truthfully, she clouds my judgement, but a boy doesn't really need judgment. Mr. Blackbourne might. Owen might. The team liaison might. But me, a boy in this very moment? Well, I only need love. Her love. And something tells me, she loves me too.

I can hear the boys trampling up the stairs, and I don't think I've ever been so irritated. I love them, but I don't want them ruining this moment: the best thing that's literally ever happened to me, apart from my team, of course.

"Owen, the boys are coming," Sean says. And I go absolutely still, having forgotten he was even in the room. I wonder if he felt the same thing I did when he kissed Sang... I hope so, because that was the most amazing feeling I've ever felt. And I really, really want to feel it again.

To my dismay, Sang gradually begins to lean back, away from me, breaking my heart in two. But I know she just doesn't want the boys to see. She probably feels guilty as well. She just kissed two guys in about fifteen minutes, but by the looks of Sean smiling bigger than ever over her shoulder, I'd say he certainly doesn't mind. He's even wiggling his brows, now fully functional. It took him almost ten minutes to recover from his kiss with Sang...

She has no idea what she's capable of doing to us.

I look down, my eyes instantly meeting hers. And I'm still surprised. I wasn't lying earlier when I said they look happier, brighter. I was going to say "less haunted," but I didn't want her to know she had haunted eyes in the first place. I hope she never realized she did, at least.

She's smiling like someone just told her she's found the secret to world peace. And, despite no one in her family ever taking her to the doctor or the dentist, her teeth are absolutely perfect--straight and white and beaming.

We're about a foot apart now, with both her hands clasped in mine, and that's when the boys make their entrance.

"Woah," I hear North mumble. But it's North, so it's basically spoken in his normal voice.