The Desolated Two

// forty eight //

Diana's POV

I look in his eyes with utter surprise, still processing the words that escaped his lips. How could he?

"What are you talking about?" I sit up straight, watching him intently as surprise masks over his features.

From where I can see this situation, he didn't expect himself to spill out that confession. He wasn't ready yet, hell, he wasn't even sure if he meant it or not. He just tossed around those words without realising the depth of it, to console me in the moment because I told him the pathetic story of my life.

He sits up straight, mirroring my actions. His hands move to cups my cheeks and his blue orbs pours down into my eyes, begging me to not jump to conclusions just yet.

"I'm falling in love with you, Diana. However pathetic that sounds right now, I don't care. You are supposed to tell such things under perfect circumstances but let's face it, you and I, we're not perfect. We're far from it, but whoever we are, I love being that with you." He whispers, wiping away whatever remains of tears from under my eyes with his thumb.

His words process in my thought as I look at him. "How could you?" I ask, my voice hoarse.

"What are you talking about?" He scowls, leaning in even closer than before and resting his head again mine, our noses brushing together.

"I just told you what a horrible person I am, all the awful things that my past holds, how could you possibly fall in love with someone who herself isn't capable of such emotion?" I look into his eyes and he gives out a sad smile.

"That's what makes you, you! You aren't that nerd who falls for boys the minute they show their charms and that's okay by me, because even the thought of being with you, while you have tad bit feelings for me is enough for me to hold onto whatever future we might have together." He caresses my cheeks with his thumb and I shake my head.

"You aren't even sure of what you feel, Aaron. I saw it in your eyes, you were afraid of the words that left your mouth."

He sighs, "I was scared of your reaction, not what I said."

A minute of silence falls over us as his breath fans over my face, making me want to lean in an inch closer and close any distance between us, but I resist myself as I study his face. I can't tell if he's telling the truth or not, and even if I can, I don't know whether to believe what I see. I fell for it before with a guy who ended up raping me, I don't know who to trust anymore.

"Shh, calm your thoughts." He whispers.

"Are they loud enough for you to listen?" I joke and his lips curve into a small smile.

"Enough to leave you expressionless." He says, his thumb tracing my lower lip.

I suck in a breath at his action and he meets my eyes again, "Just promise me not to mention it again unless you're sure of it, with no doubts clouding your mind." I say and he nods.

"I promise you."

He doesn't blinks for a second before his lips curve mine beneath them, moulding them together into a perfect kiss, making me sigh underneath his touch. My fingers lace through his hair as he pulls me into his lap and keeps his arms around me securely.

We part and I look into his ocean deep eyes, "I love blue your eyes are."

"And I love how your grey ones have a hint of green into them." He gives out a cheeky smile.

It's easy with him, to fall back into smiles and let the past remain where it belongs, in the past. When I told him every detail of my horrible life, even for a second I didn't see judgement or pity in his eyes, which is why I continued telling him everything.