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Stuck Between Two Walls
Chapter 17
So, this has come to this. Walking again silently. I walk this lonely road, the only one that I have ever known.
Okay, Leslie, think positive. You don’t need Ethan Harrison. He’s annoying. He causes trouble. You don’t know him that well. Heck, he had a relationship with his teacher!
I shook my head, fighting back the tears again.
I can still see his soft blue eyes smiling at me when I first talked to him. His laugh, the sound itself also made me want to laugh.
And those sad eyes when I didn’t say anything when he talked about his past.
This is all so stupid.
“Les!”
My body froze once my ears reached that voice. Of all moments, does it have to be this one? Is the sky mad at me or something?
What did I do? WHY?
And I turned to stone when I felt a hand slight on my shoulder.
“What’s up?” The sound vibrated, tickling my ear.
The feeling of hopelessness burned on my shoulder as I turned to face his eager smile. For the very first time, the kaleidoscopic colors of his eyes had no effect on me. My eyes felt heavy.
“Les?” Damian whispered, frowning.
I tried to fight the tears but they victoriously escaped, wetting my cheeks. My shoulders shook as the tears flowed.
He grasped both of my shoulders as his eyes were focused on mine. “What happened?”
I didn’t reply. No words came out of me, just sobs.
“Leslie.” He said my name, cupping my cheek. “Look at me.”
I did, looking at his eyes. They were dark this time, shadows visible.
“Tell me what happened.”
“What you always wanted, Damian.” I whispered, lips quivering.
“He left. He left me. That’s what happened.”
Then I moved away from his touch, leaving him on the sidewalk as I run for home.
No more Ethan. No more him. No more smiling at school. No more witty comments. I miss him. Already.
The tears flowed effortlessly. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I can survive without him, can’t I? It was always me against the world before he wormed himself towards my life, wasn’t it?
So, why can’t I accept the fact that he’s gone. Our friendship is expired.
This is reality. I need to move on. So, why can’t I let go of this stupid idealism that begs to remember the past? I’m just torturing myself.
“Wait, Leslie.” I can hear him yelling my name but I ignored him.
When my feet landed on the front yard, I stopped running. Why was I running? Who am I running away from? Damian? He didn’t do anything wrong, did he? He was just trying to help me like he always did.
A hand grabbed my arm.
He was concerned about me. Why can’t I be happy with that simple fact? Why am I not satisfied? What else do I want?
He’s enough, right? Damian Klutz is surely enough to make me happy.
So, why am I still crying?
I turned around to face him, my heart thumping at my chest. His eyes were filled with pain as he gazed down at my teary eyes.
“Why are you crying for the person who left you?” he forced himself to say, hand tightening around my palm.
I didn’t answer, just staring at his eyes. Million of thoughts were dancing around my head as I look at him. Damian looked almost vulnerable now. He looked so soft and sad. No sign of the guy who’s always wearing that bright smile. No glowing person I usually see.
“But not smiling for the person who won’t?” he said, eyes full of emotion.
His words shocked me.
But what he did next shocked me even more.
He put his hand at the back of my neck and pushed my face forward. With one swift motion, his lips met mine and my whole system exploded at the contact.
Okay, Leslie, think positive. You don’t need Ethan Harrison. He’s annoying. He causes trouble. You don’t know him that well. Heck, he had a relationship with his teacher!
I shook my head, fighting back the tears again.
I can still see his soft blue eyes smiling at me when I first talked to him. His laugh, the sound itself also made me want to laugh.
And those sad eyes when I didn’t say anything when he talked about his past.
This is all so stupid.
“Les!”
My body froze once my ears reached that voice. Of all moments, does it have to be this one? Is the sky mad at me or something?
What did I do? WHY?
And I turned to stone when I felt a hand slight on my shoulder.
“What’s up?” The sound vibrated, tickling my ear.
The feeling of hopelessness burned on my shoulder as I turned to face his eager smile. For the very first time, the kaleidoscopic colors of his eyes had no effect on me. My eyes felt heavy.
“Les?” Damian whispered, frowning.
I tried to fight the tears but they victoriously escaped, wetting my cheeks. My shoulders shook as the tears flowed.
He grasped both of my shoulders as his eyes were focused on mine. “What happened?”
I didn’t reply. No words came out of me, just sobs.
“Leslie.” He said my name, cupping my cheek. “Look at me.”
I did, looking at his eyes. They were dark this time, shadows visible.
“Tell me what happened.”
“What you always wanted, Damian.” I whispered, lips quivering.
“He left. He left me. That’s what happened.”
Then I moved away from his touch, leaving him on the sidewalk as I run for home.
No more Ethan. No more him. No more smiling at school. No more witty comments. I miss him. Already.
The tears flowed effortlessly. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I can survive without him, can’t I? It was always me against the world before he wormed himself towards my life, wasn’t it?
So, why can’t I accept the fact that he’s gone. Our friendship is expired.
This is reality. I need to move on. So, why can’t I let go of this stupid idealism that begs to remember the past? I’m just torturing myself.
“Wait, Leslie.” I can hear him yelling my name but I ignored him.
When my feet landed on the front yard, I stopped running. Why was I running? Who am I running away from? Damian? He didn’t do anything wrong, did he? He was just trying to help me like he always did.
A hand grabbed my arm.
He was concerned about me. Why can’t I be happy with that simple fact? Why am I not satisfied? What else do I want?
He’s enough, right? Damian Klutz is surely enough to make me happy.
So, why am I still crying?
I turned around to face him, my heart thumping at my chest. His eyes were filled with pain as he gazed down at my teary eyes.
“Why are you crying for the person who left you?” he forced himself to say, hand tightening around my palm.
I didn’t answer, just staring at his eyes. Million of thoughts were dancing around my head as I look at him. Damian looked almost vulnerable now. He looked so soft and sad. No sign of the guy who’s always wearing that bright smile. No glowing person I usually see.
“But not smiling for the person who won’t?” he said, eyes full of emotion.
His words shocked me.
But what he did next shocked me even more.
He put his hand at the back of my neck and pushed my face forward. With one swift motion, his lips met mine and my whole system exploded at the contact.