*Meaningless Three Words*
Chapter 1:
"I love you."
I looked at him, startled. My breath hitched somewhere deep within my throat, and I suddenly found it impossible to think straight. They were just three words. Meaningless, right? Or so I wanted to believe. But looking at the sincerity in his eyes, I couldn't believe that no matter how much I wanted to.
His eyes searched my own for any kind of response, any feeling that I might portray, but all I felt at the moment was shock. I couldn't tell what he saw, and I didn't even know what I wanted him to see, but it certainly wasn't what I was feeling.
"W-what?" I stuttered out slowly. Did he really say those mere three words, or was this some kind of a nightmare?
"I love you. I'm in love with you, Kriya."
I shook my head. He had to be kidding. This couldn't be possible. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't the plan.
I pulled myself off of him, and pulled down my shirt, still feeling the sensation of his fingers that had been burning hot against my skin just moments ago. I distanced myself from him as much as possible, and he watched my actions.
I shook my head again. How could this be?
"You never told me."
"I didn't."
A million thoughts ran through my head. I couldn't think straight. All I knew was that this was'well, this was crazy.
"I know," he said, his eyes a shade darker than they were just moments ago. "I know what you're thinking. I know you didn't want it to happen. But it did, okay? I can't help it."
I shook my head. "No' You'you never told me," I repeated. If only he had told me earlier'if only I had been able to stop it.
"I didn't want to rush anything. I'm not going to push anything. Things come out when they need to, and that, I guess, needed to come out today."
I looked away from him. Anywhere but him. I looked at my surroundings, his bedroom. The very room I had spent day and night in everyday of this summer. The large window in the corner, I noticed, was slightly open and I could feel the cool evening breeze coming in, making shivers run up my body. Posters of many different things were hung on every wall, awards of many sports and school set on the dresser, pictures of many people glued to the mirror. But I had never paid attention to any of these things before. Despite the fact that we'd been together for most of the summer, I had never cared about these things. These were no importance to me. They were things that described him. And he wasn't someone I cared about. Or I wasn't supposed to anyway. He was just a guy'a guy to be with.
I wasn't supposed to care.
I didn't care what sport he played, I didn't care whose pictures were on the mirror, I didn't care who his friends and family were, and I certainly didn't care what his likes and dislikes were. These were all things that were not supposed to matter to me.
"When?" I asked, still looking everywhere but him, suddenly noticing everything I had missed.
"Last night."
I took a deep breath.
Love didn't exist. It wasn't supposed to. Not in my life anyway. I had made the mistake and learned damn well from it. I had promised myself'never again. Never again. I wasn't supposed to put myself out there like that again. Make myself vulnerable. Make myself an easy target.
"How do you know when you're in love?"
He got up and walked across the room, leaning against the wall opposite to me. "You don't need to ask yourself. It just comes at you. You don't need to go looking for it. It's like you wake up one morning, and completely accept it. Accept that one person has the power to either make you unbelievably happy or completely miserable, and you're completely fine with that."
I closed my eyes, sitting at the edge of his bed.
He was'he was perfect. I had known it from the moment I had met him, which was why I had been uncertain about doing this. I didn't ever want to fall for him or vise versa. This was what I had been afraid of.
He wasn't supposed to mean anything to me. He was just supposed to be there'just like all the other guys. They didn't mean anything. I never let them mean anything. I was just supposed to play with them, and then move on. No love, no ties. And no one would get hurt.
But this'this was never my intention.
"I know you're afraid," he said. "I know you never wanted this to happen and I know you probably don't feel like I do, and that's completely fine."
"It's not."
"Yes, yes it is. What you need'what we need is time, and when you see that I'm not going anywhere, mark my words, you'll feel it. I'll wait for you forever."
I shook my head. No, no, no, no. he wasn't supposed to say stuff like that. He's not supposed to make me feel anything. Why was he doing this? Didn't he know'didn't he know this would end badly? This would destroy everything. Because that's what love did. It destroyed everything. People, places, us'it was going to destroy us.
"You're crazy," I whispered.
"No," he said. "I'm just a boy in love with a girl."
I glanced at him, and saw his genuine, handsome face. He had a face of an angel, every little thing perfected. He was an amazing boy'which was exactly why I never wanted to know him. But I knew it'he was amazing in every possible way. And he deserved much better.
"Don't you know?" I said. "Don't you know who I am? I'm a cold hearted bitch...
"I knew'.believe me, I never meant for it to happen," he said. "But it did, right? And I can't help it. I'll wait for you; I'll wait however long it takes."
I felt like crying. No, damn it, no!
"Stop saying stuff like that," I said, my eyes blurring.
"I mean it. I mean every single word. And I'll never hurt you."
I got up. I had to get out. I couldn't do this'I wasn't strong enough. He deserved better. I wasn't what he wanted'I wasn't what he needed. And I didn't want to hurt him.
"I can't do this'I have to go," I said, and pushed open the door to let myself out. I didn't glance at him. I completely shut everything out and walked out.
Despite my attempts, there was just one last thing I heard.
"I'll wait forever, Kriya. I'll wait forever'"
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