17 | rainy blues

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A whole week passed. Seven days of that dull ache in my hurt. Seven days of that stupid hope that he'd at least talk to me. Seven days of me ignoring his existence in school while I noticed his smallest of movements. Seven days of ignoring his stare. Seven days of controlling myself from crying because of such a silly reason.

Seven days of controlling myself from wanting to push him into the wall and kiss him as he had.

He hadn't tried to initiate a conversation and neither have I.

I know I had developed feelings for Ace over time. I just didn't know how deep the feelings were. I wish it wasn't that deep. I hate this feeling of being unsure.

Sighing, I get off the bed after another sleepless night. I had slept very little, my eyes were pricking a little. Today's weekend, thankfully. I freshen up and look outside the window. The day is cloudy and it looks like it is about to rain.

My eyes fall on the calendar and my heart constricts in my chest.

25th September

My throat starts closing up and tears welled in my eyes. How could I forget what today was? I struggle to breathe as the memory rushes in.

Fragmented memories of the day flash in my eyes and I tremble vigorously. After some time, I concentrate on breathing. Inhaling and exhaling never felt so difficult before. I sit on the floor when my knees give out.

After an hour or so, my breathing returns to normal but my tears won't stop. So, I plan to go outside which might get my mind off the topic.

Grabbing a thin hoodie, I pull it over my head and change into black jeans before walking outside my room.

"Morning, Ven," Samantha calls out from the couch, a warm cup of coffee in her hand. She looks so calm and cozy in the blanket and for a second, I think of joining her but my heavy heart doesn't allow me to do that.

"Morning."

"Coffee?" she asks holding her cup out. I shake my head no and leave hastily. I hear her mumbling something but I don't care to catch it.

I breathe heavily as I walk through the path that leads into the park. I let the painful memories flash in my brain. I don't know when the tears start again but I don't care anymore. I relish in the pain for some time until I am not alone.

The sky cries with me. The rain starts with small drops here and there. I look above me, into the sky, tears still streaming my face and then it starts raining heavily. I have never liked the rain, to be honest, but right now, it feels so good. My tears mix with the rainwater and I have no idea how long I stay there until I hear some footsteps.

I turn around and stop breathing. Ace looks at me with confusion as he eyes my rather chaotic state and he looks into my eyes. Not in my eyes but into them. Like he's trying to find out.

Find out what's wrong.

How did he find me here?

Ace was completely drenched now and he still looked at me like he knew whatever that was in my brain. After some time, he sighs and takes my cold hand in his. He drags me outside the park but this time, I don't let him.

I snatch my hand away. Tears are still running down my cheeks but the heavy rain hopefully doesn't let it show. I just stand there and close my eyes.

Ace again grasps my hand and this time his grip is firm. I try snatching my hand again only for him to tighten it. To the point where it hurts.

I wince and try to shake his hand away when he sighs and loosens it a little mumbling a sorry in a voice so small I barely hear it.

I take him in. His black hair is completely wet and sticking into his forehead. His shirt is completely drenched too, sticking into his skin only to make his body look even better.

I hate that he has this effect on me. Because I know. I know I don't have the same effect on him.

This time, when he grabs my hand with his, I let him. I let him drag me to his car. I let him open the door and put me in. He doesn't care that I am making the leather seats of his car wet.

He turns the heater on. I look outside the car. The rain hasn't slowed down. It doesn't take long for us to reach his home.

I have many questions in my mind but the grief inside me overpowers them. I wipe some hot tears hastily when we get off his car.

Ace takes me to his room and sits me on his bed. My clothes are still damp. He disappears inside his bathroom only to bring two towels with him. He takes one of them and dabs my hair with it. An action that causes my heart to flutter.

After some moments, he hands me the other one and goes into his closet. He brings a white shirt with him and gives it to me. He motions me to go to the bathroom and I comply.

I take off the hoodie and jeans to change into the shirt, with trembling hands. I look at me through the mirror. The shirt reaches half of my thigh. I don't take my underwears off. With my damp clothes in my hand, I come out to find Ace sitting on the bed.

He's already changed from his damp clothes and his damp hair makes him look so... no. I'm not supposed to think something like that.

I notice him looking at my form and a satisfied look covers his face. He looks at me and motions me to come over.

I'm taken by surprise when he pulls me into a warm hug. I sigh into his chest at the fuzzy feeling. Isn't he tired of playing the knight in shining armour?

"I would like to show you something," he tells me.

"There's so much pain in those pretty eyes, I can see them. I know just the way for you to let it out. Follow me," he says as he walks outside the door.

With a heavy heart now filled with a little bit of excitement, I follow him.

Are my eyes pretty? All eyes are pretty.

Does he find mine to be pretty?

Maybe he finds all eyes to be pretty.

Shaking the thoughts off, I just walk behind him.

I think using the word pretty is really delicate and a nice way to compliment someone.


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