Don't make the same mistakes again

The new us

Dylan

I was aware of Mark's critical condition and heard of his operation, I was so convinced he was going to be okay, not until I heard a knock at the door. Brayleigh? "Brayleigh? Are you alright?" Her face was filled with a thousand sorrows. Though she avoided my gaze, I couldn't help but notice her clean skin and lack of makeup, along with her messed up hair. Perhaps many would say she looked like just just went through a whole lot of shit, but I still found her awe-striking, pulchritudinous. Her face was drained with a gaunt expressionless stare.

"Brayleigh, talk to me." I demanded sternly.

"He... em... died......"

"Mark." She nodded, and I moved aside and allowed her to enter. 

As I close the door, I could see her looking at me, "What is it?"

"Nothing." She muttered. I know it isn't a nothing, Brayleigh, I know you better than that. "You can't lie to me, and you know that."

"I look like shit right?"

"Yes... no-- AH! Ye."

"Damn it..." She mumbled. All her words were barely audible, as if she didn't want to talk, didn't want to be heard. "Want to talk?" She shook her head so aggressively, lips pursed, excessive swallowing, eyes squeezed shut. "Alright... how about a hug?" Her eyes fluttered back open, her hesitation of actions were clear. She almost knocked me off my feet when she came running over tears pouring down her face flooding my shirt. Oh come on, that is my favorite shirt! Just kidding! I don't have a favorite.

"You know, I'm not those type of people who wouldn't understand how you feel, you know? I went through the same thing."

"It... it... is n... not the same." She shook in my arms and her voice was hoarse.

"Seriously, Bray. Tell me, what do you want?" Her eyebrows raised and furrowed in consideration, and it seemed like she let out a big boulder when she finally asked, "You want to know what I have been thinking this whole time?"

"Yes, damn right I do, I have been waiting for a long time. What do you hope for that I can give you?"

"The hope for a better life with you." Was all she said and her lips are on mine. My expression said a lot. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my f*king gosh!  No cursing with Brayleigh anymore, and that is a promise I am willing to fulfill. Though I have been waiting for this for ages, I was still astounded, extremely ecstatic. 

Brayleigh

I had wanted to say that so much, it had been anchoring down the moment I saw him. Those blue eyes, that golden hair, those muscles. It took me a while to realize I am obsessed with him and have yet to say a single thing until he started asking me questions I didn't want to answer, and when he finally asked me what I want, I was so determined this was what I have been waiting for, the healer to my heart. I said it, I really did! I kissed him, I really did.

He seemed astonished, he must not have expected that.

"How about you?" I tried to release the tension as I pushed away from him. 

"The hope I never make the same mistakes with you." Was what he said. No doubt, no hesitation. "Delilah was my mistake, I promise you'll never be mine, okay?"

"Okay." 

"I love you, and I hope you know that." I offered a smile to him, with the way his lips lifted upward revealing his dimples as they crinkled, the way his teeth are perfectly aligned along with the warm glow that his happiness gives, his smile is like a ray of sunshine and is giving me a serious sunburn as my cheeks turned a bright hot pink.

"What if I said that I only like you?"

"I know, you know, what happens if you tell me you like me."

"Are you going to start singing a song for me?" I teased him.

"What?! NO!" He blushes.

"I was just kidding, but it does sound like 'What if' you know, by---"

"Ye, okay, okay, I get it." He puts out his arms in front of himself, "let's talk about all those things that we shouldn't talk about." He continues speaking and pauses for my answer.

"Those kind of words that would change all the things we talk about."

"Tell me do you ever think of us?" I froze, do I? He continues, "Should I ask for more or should I stop?"

"Would it be simple or would it be too complicated? Should I keep going or maybe it's better to stop?" I say it and I mean it.

"Never stop loving me." He tells me his arms wrapping around my waist, gently stroking my back. "Never it is." I laughed.

"It's crazy how we both use songs to talk, I mean I'm not saying it's like right or wrong."

"It's not about right or wrong... it's about what we love......"

"Ye..." He breathed, "absolutely. Are you tired?" He looks into my eyes awaiting my answer."A little." I replied him.

"Alright then let's go!" He grabbed me out of my chair and lifted me to the guest room.

"This feels wrong." I told him staring at the guest room as he gently placed me down. 

"Oh. I could always take you home if you want. We stay, we go?" A look of disappointment flashed across his face which only made me laugh so hard.

"That's not what I meant!" I tell him.

"Then?" His eyebrows etched and his fingers fidget as if he done something wrong.

"I don't want to sleep here." 

"Oh really?" He pulled me towards his room. I sighed, "This feels better." I slumped on his bed making myself at home. He beamed, satisfied at my comfort, he headed to the bathroom and washed up. 

When he came out, he said, "What if a tomorrow means that we are here together?"

"What if we are taking chances just to loose it all?"

"Am I really crazy thinking 'bout this all together?"

"Yes, absolutely insane." I mocked and he gave me sad puppy eyes. I thought only Mark's could attract me, who knew Dylan could give me unknown feelings. Inexpressible. He sees me through the window and smiles, making his way to my door. Even under my upsetting clouds and drizzles he still comes through me, a sunshine. My sunshine.

I snuggled under his duvets and he joined me. 

At the start, my eyes were too shy to meet his, but he became impatient and lifted my chin such that my eyes had no where else to look at but were trapped by his gaze. "If you're going to want to sleep with me, you are going to have to learn to sleep with my eyes on you, and wake the same."

"Okay." I drifted off to sleep. 

Sure enough, I wake with his eyes on me for the next few days until Mark's funeral.