What If

Falling From The Sky (Ch3)

Simón couldn't believe his eyes.

It couldn't be true.

This couldn't be happening.

But it is, his head responded, with a firmness that the rest of him didn't feel; everything was crumbling down. 

Just yesterday they had gone out on a date, he thought. They had laughed, held hands, kissed... Boy, how they had kissed.

It was like every time he and Ámbar went out lately it somehow ended with them pressed against one another, devouring each other's mouths. He couldn't help it, he just liked her too much, he was crazy about her. Kissing her was like his favorite activity in the world, and he'd gladly do it for the rest of his life.

They had gone skating and then stopped for some ice cream. Five minutes after leaving the shop though, Ámbar decided she liked his cone better, so they ended up switching. He didn't mind one bit; he would've done anything to make her happy. They walked around the park hand in hand, just enjoying the view and each other's presence. He couldn't help but think about how that was the same park where they'd had their first kiss, and a warm smile grew on his face as he looked at her.

By late afternoon they had returned to her house, locked themselves in her room and made out for hours. It had gone from sweet to burning hot, from rough to gentle, from bruising to barely a caress. In between, they had talked; about everything and nothing all at once. They had laughed and then made out some more.

It hadn't gone farther than kissing though. They had decided to wait for the right moment, and neither of them were in a hurry. Simón wanted to, of course. He liked her, quite a lot— he had never felt something like this in his life. But he also felt that just spending time together was enough. It was already amazing just being in each other's company, learning something new about the other every day and getting closer. The rest would, eventually, unfold on its own. 

All of that he had thought, only yesterday. 

Right now, Simón couldn't be more glad that something so beautiful hadn't happened based on lies.

Cause that's what it all had been. Lies. The hard proof was laying on the palm of his hand; limp, almost as light as a feather. 

How could something so small change everything so much? 

Rapidly, Simón went through all his memories of the past few weeks, wondering where he had gone wrong. How hadn't he noticed? How had he been so blind? How had he been so stupid?

Ámbar chose that moment to return to the room. She had gone downstairs to get snacks and juice for them both. Usually, she would ask Mónica or Amanda to bring it to her, but she had been relying less and less on them lately, preferring to do the small daily things on her own. Simón used to take that as a sign that she really had changed. That, somehow, since they had started this whole thing, they had been able to make each other better...

God, how she had him fooled.

"Okay, I'm back! Ready to celebrate our first month anniversary?" she said chirpily, leaving the tray of food on the small table next to her TV.

Right, that's why they had gathered there.

Oh, the irony of this all.

He could almost laugh if it wasn't for how bad he felt like crying right now.

Ámbar looked up and didn't see him anywhere. "Simón?" she called, but he didn't answer. She walked to her closet and found him standing beside her mirror, his back facing her.