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KITCHEN
"you will forever have my heart"

~lyla~

the rain poured down on my windows, shaking me awake. i laid, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. i checked the time, it was 2:38 am.

i rolled over in bed trying to fall back asleep, but i couldn't. my mouth felt dry and i needed water. pulling the blankets off myself, i pulled on a sweatshirt and fuzzy socks, trudging towards the kitchen.

the room was dark, just how we left it. after joão helped me respond to magui, we decided it would be best if we parted ways and went to bed.

i pulled the cabinet door open, causing it to creak slightly, and grabbed a cup from the top shelf, proceeding to fill it up with water.

i took a long chug of it and then took a moment to catch my breath. "hey" i jumped, immediately turning around to see joão lingering behind me.

"holy shit you scared me." i smiled, backing up, my ass hitting the edge of the counter. i took another sip of the water in my hand while he stood across from me watching me intently.

"why are you awake?" i whispered. the only sound was our soft breaths and the rain plummeting down on the giant window in front of us.

"couldn't sleep." he mumbled, his eyes burning holes through my head. he readjusted, crossing his legs, and leaning back, placing his palms on the counter behind him.

the silence felt so loud. neither of us said anything, but just continued to stare at each other for what felt like ages. i kept telling myself to say goodnight and go back to bed, but my body wouldn't move.

i didn't feel judged under his gaze, unlike most peoples. sometimes i feel like people look at me to tease, but i felt as if he was admiring me, maybe like the way i was currently admiring him.

the darkness prevented me from seeing his full face in detail, but we were close enough that i could see everything i chose to. his lips, his hair, his eyes.

i didn't even know joão well. we had only had a couple interactions, but because we are stuck in an empty house by ourselves for i don't know how long, the tension easily rises 100 times from what it already was.

i wanted to look away but i couldn't. i wouldn't.

"do you ever uhm-" he took a step closer to me and i felt my breath hitch. "do you ever want to end things with someone, but you scared to?"

his voice was quiet, even though we are the only two in the house. he took another step toward me, and the thought of him this close was starting to freak me out.

he has a girlfriend, don't forget that.

she's a bitch

but still.

"is this about magui?" i ask.

he shrugs and i feel for him. i know how hard it is to let someone that's been in your life for so long go. "sometimes the best thing you can do for yourself is leave."

he nods, breaking our eye contact. it was silent for a moment again. just the harsh rain. "i don't know what to do lyla." he sighs.

"about what?" he takes another step towards me and suddenly i'm burning up. my heart is beating so hard i'm surprised he can't hear it. our bottom halves are touching and he's shooting daggers through my eyes.

"you know." i set my cup down beside me and it makes a clinging sound on the counter. "magui." he says, more of a question rather than a statement.

"oh" it's taking everything in me to push him away, but for some reason i don't. actually, i don't do anything.