Believe In Love
"I don't believe in love." I say softly. "At least not for me." I can feel his hard eyes focus on me. It's intimidating.
"Why?" He demands. His tone is hard, angry? He just wouldn't understand, or perhaps he does.
I smile. "Why do you want to know? You don't believe in it either. You bully me. You're rude, condescending, mean. You wouldn't understand." My words are harsh, yet my tone is soft like a older woman speaking to a young child. But he's no child, he's got secrets darker than I know. He's deeper in the grave than I am.
"And you don't do anything about it!" He's mad at me for not speaking up? He hates me because I spoke up when I met him. I hate him because I know his situation. I know what he does.
The silence that passes between us is cold and distant. We're both distant from the world and everyone around us. We're both cold, calculating, dangerous,in our own ways. Him more than me.
"Don't be a hypocrite, believe in the fucking thing." He says angrily before he leaves the classroom. My smile quickly fades away.
"I think I'm starting to." I whisper softly and the words are knifes to my heart because I know I don't deserve it, and he doesn't want it.
"WE ACCEPT THE LOVE WE THINK WE DESERVE " - Stephen Chbosky
*sounds really cliche at first, but it becomes less and less cliche. I promise*
Sexual content. Read at your own risk of crazy feels and crying your eyeballs out!
This book will destroy you. (I hope)