"You know I love you right?"
I smiled, cooing at him, "Yes I know. I love you tooo."
We sat across from each other with our legs crossed. Our hands were touching but they werent exactly intertwined, just a way to keep a connection in the smallest way. I observed our hands together. My hands were so much smaller compared to his, it gave me a sense of security. He rubbed his thumbs against the backs of my hands and brought them up to his face, placing a soft kiss to my fingers. The warmth of his lips tugged at the corners of my mouth, making me smile.
He slowly lowered our hands, but didn't tear his gaze from them until he looked up at me, a serious expression on his face. "I want you to know that I truly, sincerely love you."
My smile had faded a bit, not understanding the sudden seriousness. "Yeah..."
"I've never felt this way about anyone. Braeton you know I'm serious about us right?"
I straightened up, a little confused.
"Of course. And I the same." I hesitated before speaking "is, uh, there something you need to tell me?"
My heart was pounding in my chest. I swallowed the lump in my throat, expecting the worst.
Was he breaking up with me?
Had he cheated on me?
I desperately searched for some answer in his eyes. I always felt so useless around him, there was so much depth to his character each aspect being tangled somewhere in the labrynth of his mind. I, just his unworthy girlfriend that was too helplessly in love could do nothing to decipher him. I knew his true intentions were hidden, tucked away somewhere inside his beauty of a mind, but I'd never get to see the light of it.
He unraveled his legs and slid off the bed. "I uh- I think I'm gonna go."
He stepped toward me and placed his hand on the side of my face giving me a long, hard, lingering kiss. The insides of me turned to flames and I felt that feeling I always got with him. I felt like all the air had been taken from my body in just seconds and the only thing that held me together was this kiss. My face was burning from the feeling of him so close to me.
He pulled away looking deep into my eyes and the fire ignited again. Leaving one more kiss to my forehead, he walked over to my window and climbed out.
I got up after him to watch from the pane, watching him maneuver his way down the oak tree. I admired the swiftness of his motions by his body being so familar with every twist and turn. He glanced back up at me and gestured a small wave and then he was off.
I couldnt shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong. I lied in bed only to face hours of restlessness. I couldn't sleep, not with this dark feeling in the pit of my stomach. The look in his eyes was haunting me. The usual brightness they held wasn't there. I got out of bed and slipped on the first sweater I could find, followed with the jeans I'd worn that day and some old pair of shoes under my bed. Just as Harry had, I made my way out of my window, down the tree and entered the dark, chill night. I took the path I always do to his house but something was different about this trip rather than all the other times. There was some kind of force pushing me to go faster.
I had to get to him.
I had to be with him.
It wasn't just the feeling I usually get by not being by his side, there was a darker feeling behind it. Why hadn't I just made him stay, just held him in the warmth of my embrace. I needed him more than ever right now. Something told me the need was equal and I urged my legs to go faster. I finally got to his building and ran up the stairs to his apartment. 312 ... 313... 314... 315. I was about to knock when, as if on cue, he opened the door.
