Into You (COMPLETE)

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11:

Emma's POV:

I give him a sheepish smile in return. I can't believe I grabbed a pillow. Before I can say anything, he rudely cuts me off and enters the apartment. But I don't say anything. But as he takes a seat on the couch, I look at him properly and I notice blood coming out of his lip and his bloody red hand.

" What the hell is happening? Why do you have blood on your hand and lips? Why the hell were you late?" I say somewhat scared and somewhat angry.

" Look I am really sorry I was late, Something came up" he says totally ignoring my first question.

" Did you fight somebody?" I say really concerned.

" It's nothing. Somebody tried to mug me so I was trying to save myself." He says.  I don't know if I should believe him or not.

But for the moment, I let it be. I know that's the best I can get right now. For a second, I just stand there and then he asks me. "Why were you crying in the afternoon?

" How do you know I had been crying?" I ask him a little curiously.

"I noticed your puffy eyes but didn't say much that time." I don't answer him because he didn't answer my questions. Why should I? So I don't say anything.

I grab the notes and keep them aside and drag him till the bathroom attached to my room. I ask him to take a seat on the counter as I grab the first aid kit. I place the kit on the counter and grab his right hand. I start applying the antiseptic and he hisses a little in pain. I clean up the cuts on his hand and bandage them. Next I grab the wet cloth and wipe the blood on his lips.

I am suddenly aware about
my surroundings, I realise that I am so close to his face that I can see the specks of grey in his green eyes. There is a really small scar on his forehead, covered by his hair and you wouldn't see if you aren't so up close.

As I am done cleaning his lip, he grabs my hand and brings me closer to him. Something changes in the air. By the sudden pull, I put my hands on his shoulder. We are really close. His nose is a hair's breadth away from my nose. We are staring at each other intently. His hands go around me and pull me closer, if that's even possible. I am now standing between both his feet. He has trapped me between his whole body, but surprisingly, I don't feel suffocated, I feel.. safe. I can feel his breath on my cheek. He puts a strand of my hair behind my ear and grabs my face gently from the side. I know what's coming next and I don't know what to do. He wants to kiss me but I have never kissed anybody before.

I open my mouth to say something when he covers my mouth with his lips. All the thoughts of being upset with him go flying out the window. There is fireworks going everywhere on my body. I run my hair through his hair and I just can't get enough of him.

And then... There's nothing. I open my eyes and look at him. I don't know what I did wrong but I look into his eyes, and I think that he regrets kissing me. One second we are kissing and the other, there is this huge wall between us.

"Umm.. I have to go. It's late" he says pathetically and leaves me in the middle of the bathroom. After a minute, I hear the door slam shut and I fall on the floor.

There are tears in my eyes as I wonder that was I that bad of a kisser that he left me like that. I can still feel his lips on mine. It was such a great moment and he had to ruin it. And to top all of it, he stole my first kiss and he probably doesn't even know. I can't believe him. I haven't kissed anybody before, but that is the best kiss I ever had. For a second, when he started kissing me, I thought that maybe, just maybe he likes me back. But I know that it isn't true and it can never be.

I am feeling so many emotions at the same time that I don't know what to do. I am really angry that he left like that, without another word. I am really upset that he had nothing to say to me. What I feel the most is hurt.

I look at myself and think how pathetic I am that I am crying over him. So I wipe my tears, wash my face and pop a sleeping pill in my mouth. I go to sleep and don't wake up even once.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
"Passion is born deaf and dumb."
-Honoré de Balzac

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