Fixed With The Snob
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MatureOngoing16m
Last published Sat, Feb 16, 2019
"I know it's all my fault! But I did everything that I could to make you feel better..." I sobbed as I rested my hand on his hospital bed. The white walls, white sheets, withering flowers and the smell of disinfectant was all too familiar. I have been coming here since 6th grade. After 10 whole years, I have been suffering from the guilt that has been eating me since that day.
I looked at him as my tears fell down on its own. He started to shift as he laid on his side, but he slowly turned to lay down on his back. He looked at me as his cold stare became warmer and warmer. The tension faded in almost a minute as his eyes landed on my hand and he lifted his gaze back to me.
My heart pounded but my tears kept on flowing. Is this finally the day? Will he be able to accept my apology and give me the forgiveness that was 10 years over-due? Or will this be the start of something new?
His left hand twitched and so did his face. I soft sound of his hand being brushed up against the sheet made me freeze.
My breath hitched at the thought of what he was about to do.
And then, his hand reached mine.
Electricity shot through my body as he held my hand, intertwining our fingers with one another. I looked at him with shock and confusion as he smiled up at me.
But not for long.
His smile dropped and them formed into an amused smirked as he yanked his hand away from mine, already missing the warmth that it brought.
He pointed at a book on the side and chuckled. "Been wanting to try that."
I crossed my eyebrows with confusion and slowly turned my gaze to where he was pointing. My eyes landed on a novel that was obviously from his mother.
Then realization hit me...hard.
He was playing with me!!!
He turned to his side again while laughing as I stormed out the room, fuming while muttering to myself, earning questioning stares from patients and visitors, and receiving glares from nurses and doctors.
"I hate this stupid fixed marriage!"
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-- PROLOGUE "Let me get this straight. We have nothing in between us, except for the deal we made that day" he spoke in a monotonous tone. "I am the one carrying your name behind me; we are married. how can you say we have nothing in between us? Huh" She yelled at him, tears blurred her vision, and she spoke her heart to him. "For god's sake, this marriage was to save you! Can't you get that? I did not do it willingly, I do not love you!!" He yelled back at her, shattering her heart into pieces. "Why can't you just love me?" She spoke, as she cried the tears of hurt, and pain. Her heart thumped loudly due to the shivering sensation She felt all over her body. "I never made a commitment to you, or gave you any false hope, neither did i say that i love you. Did i?" He asked her, in a very cold tone. She looked at him through her teary eyes. It's getting difficult for her to even breathe. "It was your eyes, the damn eyes. Who gave me the false hope. They say, "Eyes speak the truth," but what about mine? Couldn't you feel the sincerity within them, expressing my deep affection for you? Why didn't you see the love shining in them? Was it too complex to understand? Couldn't you notice the warmth as they gazed at you? They search for you in every corner, If only you realized how they silently echoed the emotions I couldn't articulate. They say, "Eyes never deceive." But what about yours? They played a trick on me when they met mine, painting a facade of a world that wasn't real. They made me feel loved, Leading me into a belief that crumbled, louder than your spoken promises. Why did they betray me? Was it your eyes or you that masked the truth?" He stayed still, not moving or saying anything at her statement. --
"It's because Im in love with you" He says, with a straight face. Not even cracking a smile. I cant help but to laugh at his remark, staring at his serious face. Hes putting a lot into this act. He would never just admit it like that. "No you're not," I tell him after my fit of laughter. I pull at his cheek once before patting it with a smirk, "We just had sex," "And now I love you," He says, immediately after. "We were both desperate," I respond, finally deciding not to pay him any mind. I grab my rag off the counter top, wiping off the spot he is at and continuing down the bar. "I love you" He calls out as I get farther away. I don't react, keeping my back to him and ignoring his shenanigans, stilling scrubbing down the bar. "I said I love you," He calls out again, louder. I can hear his chair scrape the ground and I can see he starts to follow me from the opposite side of the bars. "Do you hear me? I love you" He yells over the noise in the bakery. -- "It's because Im in love with you" I tell him, seriously. "No you're not," He responds simply, "Because then you wouldn't leave me," "You know I love you," I plead, crossing my arms across my chest, "I wouldn't just do this to you, Tony," My arms are folded on my chest but I want nothing more than to wrap them around him and hold him for a second longer. He pulls further away from me, his hands raking over his face, before they drop in his lap. "You were using me," He says softly. Like a moment of realization hit. "No, I love you." I tell him again, unconsciously reaching for his hand for comfort for the both of us. He pulls it back, standing up and not giving me a second glance before he walks off from me. My jaw drops. "I said I love you," I call out from behind him. "Do you hear me? I love you," *** Friends and benefits could never hurt a childhood friendship. Could it? How far will this go? What is there to expect?
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