一I might have fallen for you.
You just stood there, clad in a black suit that covers the unbuttoned shirt underneath you decided to wear for tonight - a quite special day for lovebirds to spend their time together. You hoisted the lapels of your shirt, gaze flickering from one spot to another in hope to get a glimpse of the figure of the girl that had just confessed to you some days ago. As a welcoming sight of her petite figure came from the corner of your eye, your chiseled features lit up.
一I don't know these weird feelings.
Your eyes glued onto her beautiful face. She looks gorgeous. The pure white dress that wrapped her slender form, her dark sky-colored hair that was pulled up in unique knots and braids. Her glimmering soft gaze that peered into distance, her flushed cheeks that twitched slightly as she laughs heartily - yet keeping the cordial air around her. The smile on her plump lips just adorned her beauty, and it ushered you to a point where you just want to smile for no reason.
She was near, but it feels like she was far away.
一They keep on suffocating me.
When she turned her head to your direction and your gaze collided with hers, your heart skipped a beat. But the rushing feeling faded as soon as she averted her gaze away, and the frown that replaced her previous smile. Your own smile melted off your face.
Are you nothing to her now?
一Please, help me.
You flinched as a blurry, unfamiliar figure followed her, proffering a hand to the girl you seem like smitten with. A seethe passed your lips when she accepted the hand, giving you another quick glance, then turns away. You could feel your nails digging to your skin as you balled your palms into tight fists, watching her back slowly disappearing from view.
You are staring, but definitely not looking.
一I'm sorry, I can't.
You let your hair draped in front of your face, hiding your visage. Your blood boiled, but you realized; you can do nothing. It's your choice to reject her, to hurt her, to let her heart fall without someone - without you prepared to catch it. You want to pull her into your embrace, you want to taste the tempting tiers she owned, you want to smell her endearing vanilla scent, you want to be the one who is beside her; not that guy, or any other male.
But it's your fault, isn't it?
一I want to be with you.
You watched her every movement, filling your mind with the sight of her feminine form dancing with grace that deprived the negative thoughts in your head.
一I want to hold your hand.
You kept watching her without batting an eye, feeling the loud thump of your heart against your ribs. You want to take that hand, and hold onto it whenever a weight lingered on your shoulders.
一I want to cradle you.
How you yearned for her comforting presence, her gentle trail of fingertips on your forehead when you were sick, her soothing voice that will be the lullaby for you to sleep.
一But I lose my chance.
She was now with someone else, and as she paced towards you and flashed you a small smile that she was so famous for, you can only drown in the sea of rue of your own stupid act. How can you not realize the annoying, yet comfortable feeling that always make the butterflies in your stomach flutter whenever she was around?
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I love you, but are your feelings for me still the same?
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A/N : Yeaaay, another boring cliché story I made. Sorry for any grammar mistake, as I am still learning myself. Critics are accepted, too! Thank you for reading!