I remembered gazing into his ghost-red orb. There were some occasions I just wanted to bring my lips to his. Sure it's considered random and spontaneous; but the sugary sweetness surrounding him made Xerxes Break even more tempting. Silently, I cursed the fact I loved sweets as well. I still felt the softness of his fingertips caressing both sides of my face. Our faces were dangerously close, too close for comfort. I didn't have to bring up the warmness I felt growing around my face, imagining my cheeks turning a shade or two pink. I knew I had blushed when Break chuckled softly. The way he held me ever so gently, as if he were holding a porcelain doll; afraid to let it go or loosen his grip on it. In the depths of my heart, I wanted to believe he loved me as something more. I wanted to be his porcelain doll.
Even though I wanted this, I still had my doubts.
I knew him as an annoying, devilish, clown that enjoyed pestering others... including me. I laughed suddenly remembering the day he stole my chocolate chip cookies; the first time he showed affection towards me. I didn't know what he was thinking, if he was just being friendly... or too friendly.
Although I put on the charade countless times acting ticked and annoyed by his actions, I couldn't help but enjoy his company at the same time. I loved being in his presence, seeing his mad hatter smile, and his unique personality. Everything about him was addictive, and I couldn't deny it. He amazed me. I was in love with Break.
In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but ponder the questions that remained consistent. The questions that would not go away.
First:
Who was this man in front of her at that moment?
Second:
What in the world had happened?
And thirdly:
Was this clown capable of loving something other than sweets?
~.~
I did not know what to think. When it comes to the relationship I have with Break, it's unreadable.