I... Think I'm Falling in Love With You

"Isa," Dia said seriously, her demeanor entailing that she would be saying something important.

It was odd for the redhead to say things in such a manner. Usually, she was more relaxed, preferring to joke rather than be serious. Such a tone was what made Isa, the woman in question, turn around. "Odd. You're not as much of a jokester as usual. You alright?" she asked, leaning on the counter as she sipped her coffee.

"Yes. Well- ah. Not really." Dia was tripping on her words, her nervousness causing a pit in her stomach, which oddly threw her vocal chords out of wack. Face red as her hair, she pressed on. Well she tried to, and ended up failing horribly.

Isa noticed the redhead's displeasure and nervousness. Traits often forgotten by the redhead unless put into these scenarios. She decided to sit next to Dia, putting a hand on her friend's shoulder for comfort.

"Isabella Vasquez. I'm in love with you," Dia declared, looking straight into Isa's eyes with such fervent steel, a normal person would have cringed in fear. They looked so sad, as if she knew a sort of rejection was coming. The only time the bluenette ever remembered seeing emerald eyes so steely and heartbreaking, was when she came back from the final argument with her father. That night she broke into tears, only holding onto Isa for comfort. She remembered it so well...

--- 4 MONTHS AGO ---

"Dad, I'm tired of treating Edu and I like shit. It's like you don't even know we exist. And when you do, you see us as punching bags! Is that who you think we are!? What are we to you, Father?" Dia was furious, her eyes shining with anger. The aura around her was maddening, more vermilion then her hair. And that was already a bright shade of scarlet.

"Shut up, I don't wanna hear it with that attitude, young lady! Go to your fucking room!" The father said, puffing out his chest as if to assert his false superiority. "No," Dia snarled. "Edu ad I are leaving. Without you. You can go fuck yourself for all I care. I hate you with every inch of my being. For what you've done to Fred, for what you've done to Edu, for what you've done to me... I'm tired of it." Dia knew she was on the verge of tears. But this was not the time.

"You don't know how close I am to exploding, and fucking you up for the rest of your life," she said calmly, then taking Isa's hand for support. The bluenette knew of Dia's tendency, and squeezed reassuringly, as if to remind Dia that everything would be alright.

The brother, sister, and friend took off with their scarce belongings, shutting the door in their father's face.

The shock was still in effect, and Dia hoped it would last until she arrived at Isa's apartment, where she could truly break down. Such a place was what she revered as a sanctuary.

All the way home, her eyes were just as steely. Just as sad. It was... truly heartbreaking for someone like Isa, who had grown fond of Dia. One could go as far to say that she was in love with the redhead. 

No, that could not be it.

At all...?

There was no time for such thoughts, she had to take care of the redhead. Such an event had likely not settled into her brain yet, the shock still coursing through her veins. Isa held Dia's hand all the way home, keeping her close and glaring at anyone who dared so much as look at the redhead the wrong way.

It was finally at the apartment, Dia's sanctuary, where she could fully process and break down into Isa's arms. It was heartbreaking to the bluenette. If it weren't for her  moreso muted emotions from lack of love from her dead parents, she would be crying along with Dia.

That night, the only person who saw the tears of the bloodhaired was one with eyes of magenta. It was an oxymoronical sight. Where at one side, Dia looked sad, hurt and scarred. But on the other... she seemed free and happy.

--- PRESENT TIME ---

"Your eyes are steely," Isa commented, looking directly into them. 

"Are you.. seriously gonna comment on my eyes when I'm confessing my love to you?" Dia asked, more appalled than anything.

"Yes," replied the other woman nonchalantly.

Honestly, Isa had no idea how to respond. She wasn't even done contemplating her feelings for Dia. Sure, they've had sex, made out in the bathroom, gone through some of the toughest times together, but... it didn't mean that much to Dia... right...?

Clearly it had.

"I can't put my finger on it. I'm just... happy to be i your company. You're comfortable to be around. You... are the light to the end of my tunnel..? Sorry, I suck at putting things into words...," Dia sighed.

"Then put it into actions."

 Isa had expected for Dia to kiss her. They weren't new to this. It was an ongoing thing. But... she hadn't expected this kiss to be so passionate.

She felt ready to explode, if that was the way one could put it? It warmed her up oddly, as if it were something she had been craving for months. What was this feeling? Surely it was love, the one emotion Dia had to pry out of her locked, cold heart. Why did one kiss solve everything? Surely it didn't.

There would be more things to talk about. But right now, she wanted to see her Dia happy.

"I... love you too... I think. I've never been in love before, so it's a rather odd feeling. I cannot put my finger on it, but... it feels nice. If it helps," Isa confessed. 

"It does help... I just, don't know where to go from here. We've already fucked and done basically everything a couple does. I don't need an answer yet. I just need you to know. That's all," Dia said, then sighing. She cuddled into Isa a bit.

"I understand. I cannot give you an answer yet, Dia. But I hope to find it and you will be the first to know."

"Thank you, Isabella."

-Fin-