I don't know what's wrong with me.
'We don't have emotions, we shouldn't feel. We have no heart.'
I brought my fingertips up to my lips remembering the night before.
'"I don't really know how to say this…but…Zexion…I think I-"' and that's when he kissed me. He had tasted like strawberries.
'So sweet…'
I focused in on the book I was trying to read, before the thought of last night came into my head and clouded my thoughts over. I pushed my book aside, stood up, and slowly walked to the kitchen.
'Maybe food will help…' I thought as I rummaged through the refrigerator.
"Zexion?"
I whipped around, a bit startled.
Demyx.
"Uh, I'm sorry Zexy… I didn't mean to scare you. I was just wondering if you would listen to a song I wrote…"
He had sleepy-bags under his eyes, and it looked as if he had been up all night.
"Sure Demyx. Why not." I replied approaching a chair that I planned to sit in. I would usually oppose to listening to a song, but I felt…different…
Demyx smiled wide as he practically skipped over to the chair across from me and sat. I listened inventively as he strummed the strings of his sitar slowly.
The song was beautiful.
Demyx played the last note then looked up and asked "Do you like it?"
"Demyx of course I like it! It's amazing!" I exclaimed, the top of his cheeks growing slightly red.
"That's…good…because uh, Zexion I made this for…you."
It was my turn to let the color red creep into my cheeks, heating my face with a powerful blaze.
"Dem…Demyx, why?" I asked nervously.
"Well, maybe Zexion, I…love you."
My body tensed. I'd always wanted to hear those words. But not from just anyone, from him. And only him. I realize that now.
"I'll understand if you don't feel the same. I just thought…well maybe-" I think what I did next surprised us both. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, I didn't care. Finally, he pulled away, separating our lip-lock, smiling.
"I love yo-" He started.
"I love you too Demyx." I interrupted. He just smiled wider and then our lips greeted each other again. This time it seemed even longer. Maybe because it was, or maybe it wasn't. It didn't matter to me. My conscience whispered 'Push him away! Don't let this happen!' but I couldn't bring myself to stop our connection. So we kissed, time must have stopped and waited, because we kissed for what felt like eternity, but we never aged. Never letting go, the melody of my song drifting through my thoughts, no, not my song...
Our song.
