"You're...not human?"
His pale jade eyes pinned mine down, an amused smirk flitting across his lips.
"No. I'm not. Does that bother you?" I frowned at his words.
Did it?
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Terra's life has been anything but normal.
With a sunny dispositi...
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No words could express how much relief I'd felt after he'd said those wonderful words. That awful pressure on my chest had been lifted, I felt like I could finally breathe again, and, on top of all that—he loved me.
He had been waiting all this time for me.
He also apparently had the patience of a saint. I could barely wait a day to tell Luke how I felt, and he had waited eight whole years. How had he not driven himself mad?! It was so beyond me.
Nonetheless, I was ecstatic. I felt myself blush for probably at least the eighty-seventh time, and I tried to hide my face. Well, I buried it in his shoulder anyways.
I wasn't used to blushing, and I didn't know how I felt about it yet. It made me feel vulnerable, and I wasn't quite sure I liked that.
Eventually, I let go of him and we sat down on his couch. Glancing up, I couldn't help but smile. He looked pretty pleased, to say the least. But within seconds, his expression faded a bit, and slowly turned into to one of hesitation.
"Terra, as much as I don't want to ruin this moment, I really need to ask you about something." Luke said.
"Oh. Sure. What did you need to talk about?" I replied. I was willing to talk about mostly anything with him. Mostly.
"Well," He started carefully, "When you started crying yesterday..." My face fell. Oh. He had wanted to know about that. I bit my lip. This wasn't exactly something I wanted to talk about. Not this soon after nearly breaking down about it yesterday. Luke sighed loudly.
"Terra, I'm going crazy here. I can't stand not knowing what happened, and not being able to do anything to help you." His tone was desperate, and worried. I wrung my hands together.
"I...I..." I stuttered, choking down the rising tightness in my throat. I needed get a hold of my emotions. I had cried enough for at least the next year already, and I didn't need—or want, a repeat of yesterday. Gritting my teeth together, I tried to figure out what I was going to say.
Maybe telling him would have to wait a while.
I felt the warmth of another, larger hand clasp mine, and my eyes snapped to meet Luke's.
"Terra, please. I can't stand to see you like this." He said. I had to tell him. Something was...well, it felt like it was forcing me to tell him, and the more I resisted the stronger it got. I took my hand out of his.
"Okay." I said, defeated. I looked down at my hands, and twisted them up in each other. I did not want to tell this story, and there were very high chances that I would end up bawling my face off in front of him. This was going to suck.
I looked back up at Luke, fear knitting itself together, settling deep in my gut.
"Terra, it'll be alright. I promise." Luke said. I exhaled, and braced myself for the inner tsunami that was threatening to rear its ugly head.
