My body froze and mind went blank as he pressed his lips to mine. His hand came to the back of my head, gripping onto my hair as his other one cupped my cheek. His eyes were closed and I could hear his deep inhale. He didn't move his lips, barely even parting them, simply pressing his to mine.
What seemed like an eternity later he withdrew his lips from mine, not moving his hands from my body. His eyes remained shut as he let his forehead fall to mine. My chest tightened, the feeling of his lips still on mine and a complete hurricane of emotions in my body.
His eyes finally opened and met mine. I swallow hard as we both remained silent. His eyes were warm, his thumb gently rubbing over my cheek and I was convinced this wasn't even Mattheo at all. How could this be the same boy that had broken me so many times? How could he treat me how he did and then just kiss me and completely change his demeanour? Surely that was some psychotic trait?
The anger built inside of me again as my emotions became more clear in my head. Based on the quiet sigh I heard from him, I guessed he could sense it too. I opened my mouth so say something just as he spoke.
"I'm sorry, amore"
The words I'd been about to speak died in my throat as he muttered those words, so quietly it was almost inaudible. Sorry for what? For the tears of torment? For the kiss? For the all the secret letters and gifts?
Before I could reply his lips brushed over mine again, quickly, softly.
Then he changed again. His eyes went back to their usual coldness, as he pulled his hands from my body and pushed past me, exiting the tower, leaving me in complete disbelief.
Maybe he was psychotic because how the fuck could he change his attitude to quickly? How could the ways he treats me be so contradicting.
Just when I was sure I'd asked myself no less than 100 questions, I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a string of swears that would have added at least 20 galleons to a swear jar had I owned one. I head to the stairs, determined for answers from this crazy motherfucker but of course, he's gone.
So instead, I head back to my dorm, finding the letters than gifts he had anonymously gifted me and am tempted to just throw them into the fireplace. Yet something stops me and that only adds to my frustration.
After another short breakdown, a hot shower and eating my body weight in chocolate frogs, I sit in bed, dwelling over the last few months and events of the evening. I'd find him tomorrow. Somehow, id make sense this parallel universe fuckery I was involved in. Maybe there were two sides to this boy, sides I'd overlooked or sides that were hidden. He'd shown vulnerability to me, even if it weren't for long, and he's a dam fool if he thought id just drop this.
