Other World

8. Confessions

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Rose P.O.V

I lay motionless in my bed, snuggled up in my silk duvet as I hopelessly watch the ceiling. A few light taps upon the window pane make me turn towards it. It has began to snow again. I watch the sleepily flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. It's so serene, so beautiful. For a minute it takes me away from my thoughts, the only thoughts I seem the have these days. My reoccurring thoughts about Vincent.

Two weeks ago was the last I've seen, and talked to him.

I've lost count of how many times I l've almost gone to see him. I've been thinking about him so much, and it scares me because I don't know much about him and I refuse to get emotionally involved with someone who keeps things from me.

How did my life get so complicated?

I roll over sluggishly and slowly sit up crossing my legs, my duvet never leaving my body. I begin to grab my pillow when a few small knocks sounds from behind my door.

"Come In." I yell, my voice rough and unpleasant.

My dad walks In slowly, a smile playing on his face as he walks over and sits on my bed. He sits silently for a brief moment before he finally speaks.

"You know you've been in your room a lot lately and I was wondering if you wanted to talk about it." he says, shifting his body towards me.

"Talk about what?"

"Rose, I know you like the back of my hand. You always camp out in your room when something is bothering you. You've been doing this since you were a child." He says with a 'You know I'm right face.'

And I do know he's right. I say nothing, but instead sit quietly as I play with my fingers.

"So whats going on? We haven't been talking that much lately like we're use to. What is it? Is it your friends? school? Jeremy? did you two get into a fight or something?"

"No dad, me and Jeremy are fine, it's just. It's this boy-"

"A boy?" he says surprised.

"Yeah, his name is Vincent." I tell him cautiously.

"Vincent huh."

"Yeah, he's a .. really interesting person." I say, not really knowing what to say.

"So, are you two dating?"

"No, we're just friends."

"Then why are you all gloomy in your room?"

"I don't know..I think... I like him." I admit, my voice uneasy. To actually say the words out loud makes me feel tingly inside. I finally said it, and now I know it's real. I've been trying to push my feelings aside, but I can't anymore. I know it's the truth.

"I like him dad, a lot." I tell him slowly, a smile forming on my lips. It feels good to say it out loud.

"I'm not following here. So what's the problem?" he asks, confusion written across his lightly stubbled face. I almost laugh at his expression.

"I don't know, I'm just confused. I don't know why I like him. I mean, he's not a bad person.. that I know of, but I don't want to like him. I mean, I don't know. He's just not always honest with me and it makes me not want to trust him, but I do trust him even though I don't want to." I say, exasperated.

"I'm just scared dad. I've never liked anyone this much before. It's exhilarating, but also nerve wrecking." I say, my face falling down into the pillow in my lap.