You're Horrible
Summary: Maybe she doesn't even understand herself.
Disclaimer: Citrus is not mine.
Warning: English is not my first language.
I felt her lips against mine. It was so soft, so nice, so- sweet. Everything about her now it's hypnotizing. I caressed her back, kissing her with the same amount of passion. We locked to each other gazed. The sound of our breathing were echoing the room.
This is wrong; this is—right. I licked her ear lobe as she shuddered from the touch.
"I don't want- to commit into a... relationship, Yuzu." she breathed heavily.
I closed my eyes, putting my head on her shoulder. "Why can't you let me in though? At least as a sister? Or maybe a friend?" I asked: desperately.
She looked out to the window, staring to the beautiful full moon. "There's nothing inside." she blandly said. "You're only wasting your time with me."
"I know..." I agreed, this won't go anywhere, I know but still- I like her. This is the first time I ever felt like I wanted something in my life but— "Have you notice how horrible I am with people? I'm selfish, I only care for myself."
I stayed in silence: crying from the inside. "All I did was hurting you." she smirked as I stared at her.
"You're only my experiment." she whispered on my ear, pushing me to our bed harshly. "You're mine to play with."
Her words felt like a knife, stabbing me deeply to my heart, I slap her without thinking. "You're horrible." I darted my eyes to her.
She looked down to our bed, "Am I?" she trembled. "—perhaps I am." she looked lost and confused, maybe she doesn't even understand herself.
I hugged her with full of comfort, perhaps is better to stay as a sister.
I wonder what I should do.
I wonder.