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- Amber Hills -
"I'm glad you came."
I'm glad I did.
We stare deeply into each other. I see sparks of gold in her pale blue eyes. They truly look like starlights sent by the moon tonight. They mesmerize me so much, almost as if I've been put in a trance. They leave me speechless and breathless yet contented.
I just can't stop losing my breath each time we're together.
"Wait, I wanna play a song," she says. I give her a smile as I nod in response. I let go of her waist. She slowly releases her arms that were wrapped around my neck. She turns and bends over to the speaker almost at the corner of her room and turns it on. She shuffles through her playlist and stops at John Mayer's Slow Dancing in a Burning Room.
It's not a silly, little moment
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dying breath of this love that we've been working on
She turns to me and smirks, "Come here," she says as she pulls me in by my wrist. She grabs both of my hands and wraps them around her waist. She slowly lays her arms over me and wrap them around my neck, drawing me closer until our foreheads press into each other's.
I slowly shut my eyes as we both dance to the music.
- Elizabeth Andrews -
I watch as her eyes fall shut.
We're going down
And you can see it too
We're going down
And you know that we're doomed
She came into my life like the sun, she lights up every corner of my darkness. She makes me feel so many different things, sparking a fire inside my heart, turning my insides completely frozen and melting them at the same time. She's everything that could save me and everything that could possibly break me.
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
I am in love with you, Amber, the words I wish I could say.
She means everything to me. She makes my life better just by simply existing and I don't know who I am without her.
Ordinary, normal, mediocre, plain.
Words I tell myself each day...
...but she looks at me like I'm somebody special. She looks at me like I mean everything to her, like I'm the one who matters most. Even in crowded places, our eyes always find a way to meet each other and when they do, her eyes lock on mine and only mine as if she's forgetting everything else surrounding us. The stares always linger before facing somewhere else as if they long for something more...
...and I wish that's what they meant.
As the song fades into its ending, I watch as she opens her eyes. Her eyes meet mine, she smiles and lets out a little giggle. My heart thumps in that moment.
It's that smile that gets me everytime.
That damn smile.
It fills this dimly lit room underneath flickering starlights with so much warmth and safety yet it also shakes every piece of me. It's almost winter but with the way she looks at me right now, I'm burning, burning under these yellow lights through the deep stare of my favorite eyes.
I wish the night was endless.
- Hayden Burrows -
It was just a bet.
It was just a bet.
It was just a bet.
It was just a bet.
(IT WAS JUST A BET!)
(I'm not supposed to feel things!)
"I'm sorry."
What's with that?
A rush of unsettling emotions flows through me. My breathing turns unsteady. The way she messes me up feels extremely different, upsetting yet exciting.
Amber Hills.
She is the only girl who doesn't seem to fall head over heels for me and it drives me crazy.
You were supposed to say you liked me too.
...'cause if you did, I would've gotten triple the amount and maybe even more respect.
But is that what I really want?
I growl. I'm not supposed to feel things but I do. I feel as though hands are clasping onto my chest right now, squeezing my heart, trapping air inside my lungs. I pant. My thoughts, messy, palms, sweaty. I clench my teeth, bite my lower lip. I sit myself up and get out of bed, rustling up my hair, pacing back and forth. I shouldn't have feelings for her.
I head inside the bathroom, facing the mirror, looking at the person before me, a face I see each time I wake up in the morning, a face so familiar yet right now, I hardly recognize.
It was just a bet.
It was just a bet.
(It was just-- ), I meet my own reflection, a tear breaks free and flows down my left cheek. More water starts to dwell up my eyes until my teardrops turn to waterfalls.
"I really do like her."
And I can't lie to her.
...but the truth is ugly.
Before my eyes start to puff up, I wash my face hoping to see myself again and gain my composure.
- Elizabeth Andrews -
I lay out a towel and hand it over to Amber. "Here, you can use this," she takes the towel, "Thanks," she replies and heads into the shower.
I lay myself down on my bed and stare at the stars stuck to the ceiling.
"A little too intimate to be just friends," I whisper to myself.
A little too intimate to be just friends but I don't hate it.
If I take the risk, would she take it with me?
All of these rambled thoughts and feelings, and how my heart beats, raises, drops, breaks, loves and aches for her and only her, she captivates me in ways no one ever will. My past relationships don't even mess me up like the way she does. I'm drowning myself in all the possibilities of us and it scares me that I could stay forever wondering if we could mean anything more.
I am in love with you, Amber.
It scares me to think that even a few simple words can send her walking out that door.
And I don't want that. I want her to stay.
I hear a buzz on the nightstand. Amber's phone lets out a tone indicating a new notification. I sit myself up and my face falls as my eyes are met with the name on the screen.
Hayden: I took it back 'cause I want to start over.