Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
I thought you were perfection.
We tumble around under the covers.
Your lips against mine.
Your breathe carressing my cheeks.
You murmur my name, hold me tightly against your naked body.
Your eyes are soft and make me melt beneath you.
As we finish, the sun kisses are bodies as we lay on my bed.
I keep my emotions inside, I don't want you to see them written all over my face.
I don't want to scare you.
I want this moment to last.
But then, as we dress, your face closes once again.
Your interest in me fades.
I try to stop it from happening, I try talking to you.
But everyday, every time, it's the same.
You look at me with those blunt, blank, unseeing eyes.
Those eyes that tell me I'm not good enough.
The eyes that tell me you don't love me.
I can't help but fall in love with you.
You barely acknowledge me at school.
You walk straight past me.
Why do you shut me out?
Why won't you let me love you?
As we lay in your room, you run your fingers over me, and feel my throat close.
I wanted you so badly.
But not in the way that you wanted me.
You block everyone out.
People are used to it by now.
They don't feel hurt when you look at then with those uninterested eyes.
But I have heard them say other things.
I have fallen in love.
But I now know, after all these years.
That there's no real loving you.
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