Xirysa Says: So we all know that André pined for Oscar. But I just got an idea for something, so here it is.
What I Want To Say
His face looks calm—almost peaceful, in fact, as he lies still and quiet on his bed. Oscar hasn't seen her friend look so relaxed in a very long time. When she thinks about it, she realizes that she doesn't remember the last time André seemed so at ease, despite all the injuries he has suffered. For her.
Oscar knows she doesn't deserve it. How could she? How could she tell this man—this perfect, beautiful, absolutely selfless man—that she loved him? That she only realized it after she almost lost him again? That it was a slip of the tongue that made her realize how she really felt?
It would be pathetic. Absolutely, completely, undoubtedly pathetic.
She doesn't want him to think that he is her second resort, because he's not. She's loved him all along, but why did have to take her this long to realize it?
Stupid—that's what she is. She's so stupid, stupid, stupid, so damn stupid...
His eye flutters open, and he blinks away the sleep as he looks at her with a confused expression on his face. "Oscar...?" He sits up. "Are you alright?" He winces as the pain comes flooding back, and her heart aches at the sight.
Oscar smiles at him. "I'm fine. What about you?" She forces herself to chuckle quietly. "You were beaten quite badly."
André smiles back, but there is a shift in his expression. It seems guarded, as if he is afraid that he may get hurt again. "Knowing that you're alright is enough for me."
"André, I..." She can't stop herself; she has to say it.
"Yes?" He looks at her. Despite the fact that his face is a swollen mess of bruises, she still thinks that he is the handsomest man she has ever seen.
"I..." Oscar tries again. "André, I..."
I love you. I love you. I love you. I—
He is looking at her expectantly, and she finds that she cannot say those three little words that mean so much. She turns away from him and looks at the ground.
"I think it's raining."
Xirysa Says: Mm. Once again, I really don't have much to say on this. Short and sad, I guess. I need to write some humor again, soon. Eep. Er... This takes place just after the mob scene. Feedback, though, would be nice.
