'we're falling like the stars, we're falling in love.'
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"Do you like me? Or am I just so afraid of rejection that I'm imagining these things?"
A thick, tense silence hung between the two teens as they stood in the deserted corridor.
Lyra stood with her back to the wall, dread filling her body and tears forming as she stared into the caramel colour that graced George's eyes. She was so afraid that she had read all the signs wrong, perhaps even imagined them, that her hands were shaking by her side.
George was gazing into her eyes with such a fierce meaning, one that she could not decipher with her desperation to hear his answer. His hands were still holding him up against the wall as he watched her.
Why wasn't he saying anything? It had nearly been five minutes, and Lyra had enough with the torture.
"George?" she chewed on her lip as she thought of what to say. He stood as still as a statue. "C'mon, just answer me. It's okay if you don't feel the same way, I'm sorry that I've made it awkward between us..."
Nothing. She leant from one foot to the other, unsure of what to do as she was trapped against the wall, his hands on either side of her face on the wall.
Lyra swallowed the lump in her throat. "George. Please, just say something."
As if coming out of a trance, George blinked a few times, removed his hands from where they were and scratched the back of his neck. His face was flushed a crimson red.
"S-sorry," he looked at her all the same, so intense that Lyra felt vulnerable.
"George, just say you don't like me, it's fine," Lyra lied. It was not fine. She tried to walk away, she needed some space, but George reached out a hand.
He cleared his throat. "I can't say that..."
"I know you're just trying to not hurt my feelings, really, but just let me go, please," She went to leave again, but George placed his hand against the wall, preventing her from following her path.
"What are you-?"
Before she could finish her question, George had gently pushed her back against the wall and leaned in so close that his lips brushed against hers as he spoke.
"Lyra whatever-your-middle-name-is Black," he said with a small chuckle that she felt through her body, "You are the most incredible person I've ever met,"
She was itching to just push her lips against his, but she allowed him to continue.
"Not to mention your eyes are so mesmerising, whether they are your natural ones or not, they always give me the same feeling. Butterflies, Lyra, butterflies. You give me butterflies all the time, ones I tried to suppress for so long, but I think it's time for me to let them fly, soar, whatever it is they do. Lyra, I don't know how to say this, but I think I'm in love with you."
