Evilestguyever: So, sorry for not posting anything for so long. And sorry for not continuing WMM. Just can't seem to write anything good enough. So here's something else. Don't own anything. This is kind of a collection of short shorts, so the chapter thing doesn't mean anything.
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Confession
Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump. He licked his lips and swallowed several times in quick succession. His breathing was fast and shallow. He stared hard at the ground, at his shuffling feet, not daring to glance up lest he lose himself again.
"I…," he started, but his voice cracked and choked and died on him. He was painfully aware of her presence. Her flowery scent saturated the air around him; it made him dizzy and light-headed. He couldn't think straight. Every breath he took made him think of her. Her eyes, her hands, her smile, her laugh. But he had to do it. He knew that he just had to say it, to tell her how he felt. To tell her just how much she meant to him. How his world just seemed so much brighter with her in it. He took a deep breath, resolved to tell her calmly, evenly and firmly, and looked up.
"I…," he started again, and then he was lost, sinking, drowning, in those bright inquisitive emerald green eyes. Someone had once told him, "A person's eyes are windows into their soul," and he realized now that it was true. He could see the compassion, the kindness, and the joy in her eyes, but most of all, the love. The love for every last living person, animal, or plant on this planet. Her love for life. And his inner turmoil went silent. Resolve and courage and strength bubbled up from somewhere within him, and he opened his mouth to try again.
"I love you." The sound of his voice snapped him out of his peaceful trance, and the dying flames of doubt and anxiety and fear within him roared to life once more. He clamped his mouth shut and his eyes darted to his feet. He bit his bottom lip, his throat suddenly dry and hoarse. Seconds crawled by agonizingly slowly; Time raked her nails across him as she inched past. He did it. He said it. He told her. It was too late to regret it now. All that's left is to look to the future. All that's left is her answer.
A butterfly danced across the sky and he heard its wings beat. Then he heard a muffled sound, something that seemed as familiar to him as his own two hands, yet as alien to him as the far side of the Moon. What was that? What does that mean? Was that a rejection? Acceptance? She made that muffled sound again. Overcome with curiosity and the fear of not knowing, as well as the hope that she'll say "I love you too", he found the courage he needed and glanced up shyly through his bangs at her. Her emerald eyes were fixated on him, shining with something like mirth. She smiled at him, tenderly, softly, coyly.
"I love you too." And at that moment, everything in the world just seemed right.