What I Want

Do you know what it's like to want something so badly, with your whole entire body, as soon as you lay eyes on it? Well, that's what it was like the moment I first saw him. It was like the feeling I got when I practice my music, play around with my art, or even how it felt to help out Earth's creatures. Yes, it was like all those feelings, but better... *Parents' perfect angel pretending to be somethings she really isn't...What happens when the real her comes out? Can she keep living the classical life her parents raised her to have, or will she be chased to where there's no return?


17. Happy Place


        My parents told me I wasn't allowed to be at the house for the whole weekend, but they didn't want me being with Terrance, either. Which I was happy about, but at the same time, kept pondering what the big secret was. I walk around town aimlessly, but my mind kept screaming at me. I had no place to go, which drives me to the only place I really can go. The only place that can bring me to peace. I sit there in the meadow for what seems like hours, just watching the fish swim around in the pond as dragonflies and frogs chase each other around. Then a shadow sits next to me. There's only one person it can be.

        I sigh, looking down. "Daymien, how did you find me?"

        He lifts my chin to make me look at him, eyes sweet but fierce, and at the same time, far away, saddened. "Because, I know you."

        He says simply, that one sentence sounding like the whole world to me.I want to kiss him, but I can't. So I just lean my head on his shoulder and let him hold me. But we aren't allowed to have any moments like this, and I'm so tired of not knowing who Daymien really is.

        I sit up, turning my body to face him. "I wish I knew you, but I don't know a single thing. On your first day, Skyler said you were trouble, but never elaborated. I've heard stories, sure, but nothing would ever be as reliable as the real sorce." I swallow, looking at him fully. "I want you to know that you can tell me anything. No matter what it is, I can take it. I won't care, because it will be a part of you." My voice starts to crack and tears spill from my eyes without permission. I can't look at him as I finish my sentence. "It's you who I love, Daymien. Even if you don't love me back."

        "I do." he says, making me turn to look at him. This Daymien, this broken boy, is not the one I know. "I love you. And that's the problem. I don't want to see you hurt. I'm not good with people, yet the moment I saw you, I wanted you more than anyone has ever wanted anything. I wanted to know you, felt like I did know you, and that's nothing normal for a distant person like me. I'm not used to feeling this way, like someone can see right through me, like you seem to. There's just so much about me that nobody knows, that nobody should ever know, yet, when I look at you, I melt, and I want to tell you everything. And I just can't."

        "You don't have to say anything, Daymien. We can just enjoy the moments we have together. When it's just me and you. While it's just us."

        His eyes go dark and he shoves to his feet. "I love how you say us, like that means something to you."

        I put a hand on his stiff muscles. He doesn't turn around, but he's not leaving, either. "It does, you know. It means everything to me. But it's just another thing I want to have that'll never be." I turn, walking down the path.

        "Do you love him?" His voice calls out to me, his words stilling me. I spin around, rushing to stand in front of him, glaring up at his face.

        "No, never. But the real question is, do you, Daymien, love me?"

        He doesn't answer. Instead, he grabs me by the waist and pulls me close. His lips graze over mine, before he deepens the feeling. Even if I did want to resist, I couldn't. I fling my arms around his shoulders, molding our bodies as close together as possible, pressing my lips against his as hard as I could, while at the same time, savoring the moment and the feeling of having his lips on mine, memorizing every curve of his mouth and even how it feels on the inside, as my tongue slips between his lips.

        I feel him smile, and he pulls our faces apart, staring down into my eyes with what seemed to be every ounce of beauty and love in the world. "I love you Charlotte. I love you with my whole entire being."

        That was beautiful and I didn't know what to say. So I just kissed him soft and sweet. He pulls us down to the ground so I'm in his lap, leaning back against his chest, watching the last bit of sun slip away from the Earth.

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