philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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xcii||i miss you
"Ria?" Regulus calls when he sees her stood against one of the arches in the courtyard, his book clutched in her hand and she looks at him as he approaches her, handing his book back to him making him frown slightly. "What the matter?"
Maria looks up at him for a few seconds, contemplating what to do next. She thinks of slamming their lips together, but she doesn't want to kiss him. She knows where those lips have been. Considers just shaking her head and walking off but she knows he'd just follow her.
So, Regulus is staring down at her in shock that she had reached up and slapped him straight across the cheek. Once he had registered her actions and her annoyed expression he sighs, bringing his fingers to touch the red mark gently.
"Okay, I deserved that." Regulus says with a small chuckle and she nods in agreement. "Maria, just listen!" He says quickly as she begins to walk away. "Please stop walking—Maria!"
"What, Regulus?" She snaps, turning to him. "What? Did you think because you called me beautiful that I would just forget what happened? Did you think that because I walked out wanting you to follow me that I would give you a nice snog and tell you how much I love you? Because I do love you, Regulus. A lot more than I wish to, right now. And I'm trying to see past everything and finally forgive you but you're just—she's—I just can't."
"I'm sorry—I'm so sorry." Regulus breathes and she shakes her head, starting to walk again. "No—Maria, please don't leave, okay! I fucking—I fucked up. I fucked up."
"Yeah, you did." Maria sighs, pursing her lips to prevent the tears welling in her eyes. "You could've chose anyone else to impulsively have sex with that night we broke up—but her?" The brunette shakes her head in disappointment.
"I love you." Regulus says and she sniffles, now the two of them walking across the grass towards the lake.
"Shut up."
"I love you, Maria." Regulus says persistently and she shakes her head, a tear falling down her cheek. "What? You think I don't?"
"I know you do." Maria whispers, her voice breaking slightly. "But stop saying it like it's going to change anything—"
"Then what will?! Maria, I'm losing my mind without you."
"Time!"
"It's been four months!" Regulus argues and Maria bites her bottom lip to stop it from trembling. She knows she's had enough time to decide what she wants. She wants him. She'll always want him. But there's that one part of her brain that's constantly remind her that Rebecca Barnes got her way because he gave in to her. "And I need you! I—Fuck—I need you more than ever, Maria. I have so much I need to tell you—I miss you. I can't sleep—I can't concentrate! I can't even look at the stars! I need you as much as I need water to survive, Maria."
