Deliciae

c h a p t e r - 32

"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."

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"Got you," I said finding the book that I need to write the assignment.

Alex was already sitting with the books he needed.

He's quick.

I kept the books I needed and sat beside him.

We sat in silence for hours while working on our assignments but still touching elbows or knees made us feel the comfort of each other's presence.

I put my head on the desk. This stupid freaking subject. I can't understand a single word.

After finishing one subject assignment which I had honestly planned to finish hours before the deadline.....I started chemistry.

And I passionately despise this.

The one time I liked chemistry is when I used to think we'd go to labs and stuff.

Softly hitting my head 1...2...3...so that my brain works.

Before I can hit once more someone's hand stopped me.

Oh

I forgot I brought someone with me. Keeping my hand on the desk I turned to look at him.

He watched me with a blank face. As if saying 'You're crazy'.

I smiled sheepishly as he removed his hand and brought it to my hair. I closed my eyes as he caressed it softly.

"Come on, let's get some coffee." He said standing up after holding my hands.

I followed him as we made our way to the café just next to the library.

He ordered for both of us as I got out and sat on the bench outside near some huge trees.

Flowers were blooming as if it was spring. Maybe it was.....I have lost track of time and seasons.

I thought he'd have to search me but looks like he noticed me going out.

Sitting next to me he handed me my coffee.

I smiled taking them and noticed him staring at me.

"Do we have to complete all of it today?" I asked looking at him referring to our assignments.

Instead, he looks at me like I'll give him an answer.

I shrug.

He shrugs back. I scrunch my nose at him. And he mimics my action again.

I huff wondering if my brain can work or is it tired...I get distracted as he picks up my hand interlacing them and bringing them up to his lips.

My heart skips a beat at that action.

"What's your ideal type?" I ask him curiously.

He looks at me as if I have grown another head.

"Black straight hair, Black eyes with light gold flecks, apparently can talk my ears off but still cutely shy. And how tall are you?" He asked as I look at him dumbfounded.

"5'8," I said lowly.

He nods, "5'8". I open my mouth before closing it again probably looking like a fish.

I roll my eyes as a grin forms on my face.

I love you.

I wanna say this.