Feelings

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I can feel the warmth of his gaze filling me with the unending desires. His scorching eyes hold mine, trying to say that one word. My heart is racing with anticipation. His hands move to my hair, lightly brushing the loose strands from my face, his fingers lingering for a moment more than required. I gasp from the sensation, pure and ethereal.

I bat my eyelashes at him and I can see a ghost of a smile on his face. I chew my lips absent-mindedly and his smile falters, his eyes growing darker.

I reach up on my toes, throwing my arms around him. He stiffens at the unbidden touch. I run my hands through his tousled hair as he stands still, anticipating my next move. My eyes meet his and I could feel the dilemma.

And in a moment he swiftly breaks free, jumping back and putting a distance between us. His eyes are wild and the pain in them breaks me. I try to move closer, to touch him, to run my fingers on the perfect lines of his cheeks.

He closes his eyes, trying to stay still but I can feel the tension radiating. He clenches his fists as my hands move to his chest. And suddenly, surprising myself, I place a peck on his cheeks.

He pushes me back as if I had singed him, his entire body shakes like he's burning alive. I can see the emotions coursing through him as he tries to grapple with the unbounded display from my side.

'It's not right... It's not safe... You, me, us...' he mumbles, going into one of his eclectic moods again.

'I don't think what is right or wrong. I LOVE YOU.'

It's like those three words hang in the air for a moment and nature seems to be holding her breath in anticipation. He averts his eyes and retreats into the woods, a feral fear in his eyes.

'Aaron wait,' I scream.

'No, it's too dangerous here. I'll either hurt you or hurt myself. We can't be what you want us to be...' his voice trails off, unsure and unsteady.

'How can you be so sure?'

'What's the use? The society won't accept us. You're eluding yourself. Go back, Mira. Live your life. Forget that I ever existed.'

'If it was that easy, I would,' I try to suppress the tears welling up. I won't cry. I'm strong.

'Try and you can,' he turns back and this time I don't stop him.

'Oh,' he turns around one more time, 'I feel something for you too... Just that the feelings are so intangible and messed up that I can't pick out one from the melee...'

'Please,' I beg. My head feels heavy and there is a steady humming in my ears. I'm fading further and further as he is disappearing and I open my eyes with a groan.

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Shit! It was all a dream. I slap my phone into silence and clutch the hairs on my head. The dream was so vivid.

Somehow I know that will be the reaction if I ever try to confess my feelings for him. Fate and destiny never meant for us to be together, why do I even care? In a few days he'll just be another person, lost in the vast world and he'd never ever stop to think of me. And here I would be, pining for the love that never began.

There is an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. Should I say it to him? Take the opportunity before it's too late? But who am I? Just an insignificant name in his contact list. I mean nothing more to him.

I drag myself off my bed, take a quick shower, putting on whatever I could grab from my messy wardrobe.

I fish out my phone from under the pillow and send a text.

Hey, could we talk?

I hear a ping almost instantaneously.

Balancing my hair dryer in one hand, I reach out for my phone and punch in the password.

One message from him.

Breakfast in five minutes. Canteen.

Okay ♥️

I type but my fingers hover over the send button. I sigh, erasing the heart just as soon and send the bland 'okay', gathering up my stuff for college.

'My project here is getting over this week and I'm going back home after such a long time. I'll move to Germany from there. I've got a better opportunity there,' he says beaming at me.

'And when are you coming back again?'

'Why the hell would I come back, girl? I'm leaving this institution for good. It was nice teaching you all here,' he looks surprised.

'Yeah, you are too young to be a teacher. You shouldn't let your career stagnate...but...'

The entire world seems to be crumbling at my feet as I try to grasp one appropriate response. My mind is blank as I stare at him, speechless.

So here comes the farewell. The ultimate blow in this screwed up love adventure of mine. The horrified me is reflected on his spectacles and I try to gain my composure back but he was quick to catch the hint.

'I'm sorry. I know it's hard for you as you had told me always. But this is life, I guess.'

I try to force a smile for his sake but it comes out rather weird.

'Look,' he reaches for my hand across the table and gently squeezes it. 'You're a smart, talented girl of 19. You have a life, go get a boyfriend, enjoy... That's what college is all about. These moments won't come back. I am your teacher and I shouldn't say such stuff, but then we were always friends. I know you care about me, about all your friends in fact, but that doesn't change the fact that life will scatter you all one day. You can't hold on to memories and be sad. You don't deserve to miss out all the fun. I'm just another crappy man who hardly is in his senses half of the time. Don't waste your time thinking about me.'

I blink my eyes, trying to grasp the fact that he is holding my hand. My inner self is doing pirouette in a tulle gown. I try to ignore the fact how much it affects me.

'Besides,' he continued, 'We'll keep in touch.'

' I can't,' a lone, treacherous tear drops down my cheeks.

He releases my hand and rakes his hand through his hair in frustration, 'Don't make it any harder, Mira'

'It shouldn't be hard for you. After all, I'm no one for you,' I mumble.

His eyes turn cloudy, immediately replaced by dark anger.

'For heaven's sake, Mira. I loved you. I felt a lot for you all these days, for the past two years of our friendship... But...'

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