i don't know [kiribaku]

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I don't know.

The way he looked at me as I was ranting about god-knows what made me feel, I don't know, fucking something, but it sure as hell made me stop talking.

It was sunset. We sat on my bed, across from each other. He was talking about something and then asked my opinion and I went on this rant, which is probably the most I've ever talked. He was watching me, his eyes a bit wide, the setting sun washing his hair in bright orange hues and bringing out the gold specks in his eyes, and I don't know, I guess I just forgot how to speak, which wasn't a first.

A full, long minute of us staring at each other passed before he seemed to realize that I had stopped talking and he laughed, almost nervously, and smiled, one of his soft smiles.

"You're pretty." He said.

And that sentence alone is what caused my breaking point.

My heart stopped, I think. My chest felt heavy and light at the same time. My hands were sweaty, causing the room to have a slight fragrance of burnt caramel.

A sudden realization hit me. Finally, after so many long hours of torment, an explanation to my feelings, emotions, thoughts. Something that I've been trying to ignore for so, so long now has now appeared in my head, yelling 'hey! Look at me, punk ass! You've finally decided to confront me, bitch! Thank fucking god!'

Didn't know love had such a strong language, but here it was, calling me foul names as I finally realized that I have fallen, fallen for this idiot with red hair and deep crimson eyes who called me pretty.