Hate Me Love Me

22| Forming a Rainbow 🌈

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"Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute." --- Edgar Allan Poe.

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Alaric Aldrois

I press my lips to her forehead. Softly. Closing my eyes. Then I pull my hand away from hers and settle back on my side of the bed, the pillow between us again.

It'll always be you...

Because literally nothing makes me happier or sadder... than you, Valerie.

The words I've said to her are a fraction now. Before I said them, the burden on my shoulders was whole. After I spoke, part of that burden got subtracted, because although I told her some of my secrets, she was asleep. The relief of fully confiding wasn't seeping in me.

I can't stop myself from turning to look at her on my left. It's only been 3 hours, and I'm already feeling giddy.

It's like a dream. This very scenario. It's playing my dreams.

I glare at the pillow between us. It wasn't in my dreams, so I decide to remove it. I gently pull the pillow out from beneath the blanket and throw it somewhere on the floor, settling down on my bed again.

Her lying next to me is showing me the possibility of what could be, if I just quit being such an asshole. Her, in my bed, is making it so believable.

I can feel the air between us. It's cold, sliding up my left arm and telling me to do something about it.

But what?

I freeze as she turns her entire body to face me. After a couple of seconds, I turn completely to face her as well. My vision clouds for a moment because of the pain in my torso, but I blink it away.

Dark lashes cling to her eyelids, curling up delicately. Her nose is like an upside-down cross. Slightly pointy, but not big. It's perfect. Just like her lips. They're wide, not insanely plump, and not thin either. They're kissable. So kissable.

What if I...

No.

The last time we kissed, I could feel myself getting lost. I could feel the danger. It was as if a million guns were pressed onto me. Deadly. But irresistible. I regret it. Before, kissing her was something luxurious so far and unattainable, that I never thought of it much. Now that I've kissed her, I've gotten a taste of what I may never get, but will always want.

Her.

Her, over and over and over again.

And that's when her eyes open. Gently. They're not crusty yet because she hasn't been asleep for long, and as she squints, adjusting to the dark, I find myself holding my breath.

In the dim light, we stare at each other. I notice the way her eyelids curve into the perfect shape. It's too dark to see the colour of her eyes, but I know them. I know that they're greenish-blue. Bursts of colour emanating from the single black spot in the centre. Colour, colour, colour. Everything about her is colourful. I ache for it. Search for it desperately. Want to be a part of it.

Maybe, maybe that's the reason I only paint in colour.

Her lips part and she breathes from her mouth for a few seconds before she says 'Alaric.'

Quietly. So quietly. I almost don't hear it.

I let out a short breath, try to calm my heart back down, then whisper 'Valerie.'