Sincerely, Angel [BxB]

31 | Major Jerk Award | Angel's POV

I make my resolve and message Drago.

Me:
Is it too late to change my mind about the family thing?

My sister enters the living room, pausing in her steps when she sees me. Her eyes are red and puffy, her usually straight raven black hair — disheveled.

"I thought you weren't home," I speak first.

She stares at me for a tad bit too long, then sighs and drags her feet towards the sofa. She sits next to me, her eyes downcast.

"It was just a kiss," I squeak. "We haven't done anything else," I add in a manlier tone.

"And who... initiated it?" She lets the words out with great effort.

I think back to the moment we shared on the balcony... Our first kiss. He was teasing me way before that but this one was mutual, wasn't it? And does it even matter who made the first move? It happened. I can't turn back time.

"I'm sorry," I utter. "I'm just a selfish horny teenager who crushes on his sister's boyfriend. I'm really sorry! I shouldn't have kissed him. He was just... The way he was walking around half-naked all of the time, I know it's not an excuse but... Sis, I'm really sorry!" I try to take her hands in mine and she lets me.

"I... broke up with him," she mumbles. "You won't see him again."

"Sis... Do you forgive me?" I search her eyes but she's still not meeting my gaze.

"I'm not... mad at you... Just at myself. For falling for such a creep... I should've known better." She stands up, almost swaying as she does, and moves towards the kitchen. She looks like a ghost.

I knew it was a bad idea to go after Emil. Why didn't I listen to myself?

I hurt my sister.

I close my eyes and slump my head on the sofa with a sigh. If there was a Major Jerk award, I would most likely win that one.

My phone chimes and I check the message.

Dragomir ❤:
not at all
we start at 8

Me:
Cool
May I sleep over?

Dragomir ❤:
ofc u may 🥰

Me:
See you then 😉

I move towards my bed. Staying as far away from my sister's eyes as possible is probably the best thing I could do for her right now and the bookshelf will shield me from view. I don't feel like going out in this crappy weather. It's cold and threatening to rain any minute now. Plus I don't have much to do outside anyway. And there're still a few hours till dinner at Drago's.

The gaze of Andy Biersack from my poster looks exceptionally judgemental. Has he always looked like that?

I collapse over my kitten covers with a groan.

Well, at least I broke it off with Emil. That was the right thing to do, right?

I take out my sketchbook, hoping that drawing will soothe my racing heart. I decide not to listen to music, straining my ears to hear what Svetla is doing in the room next door.

The silence is killing me.

I sketch the girl's neck, her shoulders... She resembles my sister a bit too much but I keep drawing. I opt for a halter strap neckline, accenting the belt with a leaf vine. I wonder if I should make the skirt panelled or mermaid style. Maybe asymmetrical?

I don't realise how exhausted and worn out I am, body and soul, until my eyelids close shut.

~*~

I dream of Marina. It's the first time she appears in my dreams without Pavel at her side. She's wearing the dress I was sketching not too long ago. It follows every curve of her figure, with a long slit showing off her smooth legs. But the colour is ocean blue, just like her eyes. I didn't imagine it like this.

She saunters towards me, her long, wavy, golden blonde hair dancing with the wind. We're at the schoolyard, the only two people in sight. I don't even pause to think why she's wearing an evening dress at school. She's so utterly beautiful! Mesmerising!

Her sensual glossy lips move as if she's trying to tell me something but I can't hear her. The wind blows faster, swerving around me in a circle. And soon she's out of view. It's as if she wasn't even there at all.

The wind twists around me like a tornado and lifts me from the ground. I try to grasp at something for support but there's nothing and no one to hold onto.

I rise and fall like a rag doll, horrified to my very core.

I try to scream but the voice wouldn't leave my throat.

I'm falling.

~*~

A/N: Initially I planned this book to have 27 chapters but now that I reconsider my life choices, it might reach 40.

Wish me luck!