"Does he treat you better than I did?" his words lingered with desperation.
"Daniel, I can't have this conversation."
No words could escape the deep thread of wonder. Silence filled a harmony between us unknowing of what's happening next.
"If I t...
"Oh darling, how I wish you would've learned how to love before it was too late, and now all you have is the fire streaming in your self-righteousness to offset the grand frigidity of your own heart."
— daniel
How many times will I let her slip from my fingertips? I let her witty words pollinate my brain as I fell under her trance once again. I didn't even have the chance to still tell her I still love her. I let myself walk out of the drive-in theater soaking in my sorrows. It was then that I got a call from the same girl that lead me to this place.
"Did it work?" her words were troubled and nervous.
"She's gone, Christina." my head aimed to the floor.
"Maybe she didn't want to talk to you right now. I mean, it's too soon right? She is on a date, and—" a short gasp fell through the other line.
"She's on a date?" the new found knowledge felt foreign on my tongue as I scrunched my face.
"Daniel, I wasn't suppose to say that," she had a sorrowful tone.
That's the thing about Sienna— she's too selfless. God, she wouldn't let herself express her true feelings because her best friend had the same for me at one point. She wouldn't let herself love because of the constant fear of falling too hard. She wouldn't let herself be happy, and that's something I still don't understand. Wouldn't doesn't mean the same as couldn't because wouldn't means she had the power to do it, but chose not to.
I still loved her, but Sienna was a coward.
I could never quite understand that girl. She makes me feel crazy, but those words were drilled into my thoughts. I couldn't stop thinking about it.
This is your chance. You are given a fresh start to love someone again; that person might not be me, but you have a chance to make another girl feel treasured.
I wanted to brush it off and say that Sienna was being the delusional and impulsive person she is, but a part of me actually believed it. I wasn't strong enough to let her go, so she needed to get go of me— to let us go. There was this fire inside of me that still burns too damn bright and too damn much, it had always kept us warm, but it could also ended up burning us to the core.
"Another chance," I spoke to myself.
Another chance.
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