Can't Tell The Difference

• Elysian •

I glanced at him with confusion, realizing I've been staring for two minutes now. "What about my assignments?!"

"Who cares?"

I gave him a shrug. "Fair enough." I twitched my lips.

And the moment I reached for his hands,

He vanished.

He never was there.

He never came back.

.....

I woke up, quickly opening my eyes. I wandered around realizing that I was still on bed...in a hospital.

"Oh well." I face-palmed. "Definitely not a nightmare." As I rubbed both my eyes to see clear vision, I found a huge head staring on top of me.

"Jesus!" I sprung up, irritatingly surveying that head, only for me to realize it's Liam's brunette head. Yeah, my freaking ex.

I mean, with all due respect to every ex boyfriend I once dated, which was just one, but he doesn't really tickle my fancy. He never did actually.

The first time he asked me out, we were both in the 8th grade, I was eating lunch with my classmates and he came to me, kneeling on one knee, while offering me a rose infront of all the students in the hallway.

Little do you all know how much of embarrassment I felt that day because of how introverted I was back then.

So I definitely felt a slight bit of cringe. He tried his best, I know, but he tries way too much that it's exhausting for both of us.

I really liked him back then, I liked how caring he was, the attention he gave me, all of that. But I was just fourteen, I never knew how to make a right decision, and neither did he.

Not to mention that we're also neighbours, till this day I keep seeing his face everywhere.

As we grew up, his personality constantly changed, he became more stubborn, more possessive, more criticizing, and we never agreed on anything.

On the other hand, my parents thought he was the "perfect guy" for me, and that no matter how hard I try to find someone better, I never can.

But now, I did. I found my perfect guy.

I found Mikhail.

Apart from the fact that he's vanished out of nowhere, but I'll find him again, I know I will.

The moment Liam snapped his fingers, I came back to reality. "Hey! you alive?" he asked sarcastically.

I looked at him with a look of disgust, as a huge sigh escaped my lips. "Let me ask you this instead, why are you alive?" I asked him, mumbling down my breath.

Sadly, he never got to clearly listen.

"Why are you here again?" I frowned, getting out of bed.

"Well-" he reached for the couch to sit on. "I'm here because I was worried about you" he murmured with crocodile tears.

Yeah, like I buy that.

I let out a small gasp as if his fake tears got me emotional. "Oh...well, I'm fine now."