Shirayuki
He…kissed me.
Obi kissed me?
I watched as he flung himself over my balcony, and I panicked. I ran to the edge and saw that he was already two windows down, and I yelled his name. I don't know why I did. Did I feel unresolved?
I breathed in the cool night air. My head was reeling. He…loved me. And he'd said it out loud. And then he'd kissed me.
Obi kissed me.
It was a different kind of kiss. It didn't feel like Zen's longing, passionate kisses. Obi's kiss was a kind kiss. A friendly kiss. But also...not.
I put my head in my hands and groaned, shaking my hair back and forth. This was a mess.
What would I say to Zen? I had told Obi plain and clear that while I loved him, it wasn't the kind of love that would allow us to be together. I made my choice, and I chose Zen. But my heart tore at the thought of never seeing Obi again.
I stumbled back into my room, securing the lock as I shut my door. I looked around at the shadows that were my bed, desk, and sofas, wondering how my world could look so much the same when it felt shattered. He'd only spoken a few honest things to me, but I felt guilty, sad, and confused. I crawled into bed and closed my eyes, hoping I was tired enough to fall asleep so I didn't have to think any more aching thoughts tonight.