I look up and listen to the deadly silence of the night. I stare blankly at the ceiling, imagining things how they used to be. I feel empty. Loneliness and pain are swallowing me.

I can hear my heart beating. It has joyful beats back then.. back when I still have him. But now, the beats, they sound like a slow and deep beating of a drum... so melancholic.

I didn't really lose him. In fact, we're just fighting over these circumstances, this pain, this melancholy.. I don't know what will happen next. I just want to be with him again.

We were so happy before, laughing like there's no tomorrow. We used to walk together every afternoon. With our friends, we crossed the path of junior life.

What are we? No. Let me rephrase that.

What were we?

Some said we were just kiddos in love. Some believed in our story. Others just looked us like one the flirty couples you see on the streetsides.

I love him. He still loves me. We both know it. But why are we not together?

Simple. We are forbidden to love each other 'till eternity. How tragic our story is, right?

I wipe a few tears that ran on my cheeks. My cheeks.. he used to pinch that because he finds me cute. I miss that.

I heard a hum. It's like a lullaby but for me, it's a song of sorrow. I feel like dying at any time. I never thought of facing this kind of problem.

My chest hurts. I can feel the pain physically and emotionally. Why in the world are we forbidden? Is our love for each other not enough? How can they judge us that easily?

People always judge a person even if they just read a page of his book. Just a chapter of our love story, yet it ruined the whole thing.

Let me tell you how we started.

I really hated him. Why? He's soooooo arrogant and boastful! He's getting on my nerves. Grrrr!

The first time my friends introduced me to him... I felt so embarrased but more likely mad at him. He's making my blood boil!

He just looked at me arrogantly and rolled his eyes. My gosh.

He. Rolled. His. Eyes. On. Me.

Seriously.

But plot twist happened and time came when we fell for each other. How playful destiny played with us. And it's still playing the game we started.

There. That's how we started. Our love bloomed and it's still budding now. But not like how people think of it.

We talk against the will of others. We talk like undercover agents. We never tried to talk when they're around.

It's hard for us to do that. A teacher monitors us every single second. Do you think that's still right? How could they forbid us from having each other?

They never believed in our love. They say it's just puppy love. But how can they say that when they haven't watched us grew fond of each other?

"You'll meet countless people in the future."

That's what they have told us. But what if we don't want to have the companies of those people? What if we still want to be together even if we have met a lot?

I know we are still young to believe in true love. But age doesn't matter, right? Do you hear me? Being young isn't a reason why your love can't be true. Am I right?

Now, countless tears are flowing on my face. My vision is even blurry. I can't see the light. I'm still in the shadow of the past.

I can't keep myself from crying. It's just the only way to release the emotions I've been keeping for so long.

"What comes easy don't last, and what lasts won't come easy."

I believe in that. I can imagine me cuddling with him beside the window. We are smiling and feeling every bit of the moment.

But that is just my imagination. Reality is a billion light years away from it. I'm not even sure if it's correct. I can't measure it.

I believe someday, the time for us will come and changes will bring us back. It's really a matter of love and trust.

I will endure this pain and the sufferings if in return, I'll be with him for the rest of my life. These are no match for the love he gives me.

I lie down own my bed and looked at the ceiling again. For the first time, I noticed its emptiness. It's nothing but white. It is still gloomy the way it was before.. no color.

The droplets of water hitting the roof are ringing my ear. Yes, it's raining but I can only feel the silhoutte of my soul.

A last tear ran out of cold. There's no wind in my room but I'm shivering. There are no arms to wrap me when it chills.

"I love you."

I whispered in the dark as I hugged my bear. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I wish I can only dream of him.

Even if our love was a mistake, I'll never regret it.

- Stella Clarkson

Author's Note: Hello! It's my first one shot story. I hope you'll like it. It's also my first try in writing a story.

Uhh... Hello again ^o^

Thankies for reading!