Lex's POV
I stare at Iris as she leaves, forgetting my father's presence. Making my knuckles visible, I head towards the exit, not caring who sees them, with the exception of her.
I regret telling her to call me Lex, as only my relatives say that. I never told her my full, real name. And for some reason, I feel like I'd rather hear her call me my full first name, as if to seperate her from others.
Because it would make me happy, knowing that someone as close to my heart as her would call me my first name, seperating her from others close to me. It would make it more special and unique. It would make her stand out instantly.
My father calls my name and I reluctantly stop and face his direction. "Son, don't tell me you're in love with her," he says sharply, straight to the point.
"Of course not father", I lie. He scans my face.
"Just making sure," he says. And with that, I leave at the epiphany.
I love her.
I smile to myself, ignoring the fact that I just lied to my father.
YOU ARE READING
Won't hurt
ActionI stumble, trying to grasp the only bit of air I have left. "It's fine, it won't hurt" Though out of breath, somehow I muster up the ability to chuckle bitterly at his statement. Oop. Wrong choice.
