"Ravioli or Pasta?"
we had just gotten back from the boardwalk, and were now deciding what to have for dinner
"umm ravioli?" I added
"good choice, I hate pasta"
I got the pans and started rinsing them. The stove was on max and I was stirring it.Ondreaz situated himself behind me, his arms wrapped around me in a monkey-like embrace. His head rested on my shoulder and I could feel his soft brown curls on my neck. He was clearly comfortable, nuzzled up against me.
As the pot got hotter and hotter. The pot was steaming now, I felt my anxiety grow. I was at a boiling point.
I- I said loudly, stepping out of the warm embrace
I CAN'T
Ondreaz simply looked at me, curiosity burning in his eyes
um it's just that Carson and I..but I didn't mean it that way but then somethings happened and then-I quickly spewed out
explain..-he said way too calmly
and for the first time, I did, from the very first encounter to the very last. His face remained the same, zero emotions showing.
"and that's everything until now"
"you know we can always break up right?"
I knew he was trying to be comforting but those words cut through me like a knife
"I mean, stuff happens, people break up" he continued, so he wasn't mad atleast
"go after him"
"WHAT?!?!" I was now majorly confused, what is he talking about, he wants me to be with Carson?
"If you love him as I loved you, don't let him go"
I just stared back at him, sort of horrified
"no.," I added
"I don't love him, I mean I don't think so..he's my best friend.. I mean I don't know"
"go.," he added a sad smile emerging from his face, almost lovingly
I don't know why I listened but I did
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Honeymoon Avenue
Romancestuck on honeymoon avenue only one word to describe it: complicated what are we? that is the question
