YOU AND I

HOPES WERE A WAY TO BE DISAPPOINTED

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE:-
HOPES WERE A WAY TO BE DISAPPOINTED

Emarald's POV:-

"Are you staying for dinner?" I waited for a few seconds with baited breathe, waiting for him to say something, do something. He looked at me dead in the eye and then gave me a half smile.

"If you want me to." I smirked at him lightly.

"You can't give a simple answer, can you?" Though it was a question, still it came out as a statement and he chuckled lightly.

"I will stay, I will always stay." He gave me a genuine smile, which I returned. I looked out of the window, it was dead quite outside, just the sound of wind blowing and a mountain a dark grey clouds coating the whole sky could be seen and I sighed.

"Come on, you are cooking." I said and gave him a sneaky smile, without looking at him.

We made our way downstairs with Brett poking my sides with one hand, like the small five year old he was, and supporting me with his other hand around my shoulders. I swatted his hands away, but he did not budge.

"You know, I can walk by myself." He pouted, which was really cute by the way, and I grinned at him.

"Yes, you would just have to limp." I do not think that he was supposed to say this out loud because he gave me a kind of sheepish smile, when I glared at him and stopped moving altogether. We stared at each other and after a few seconds I huffed, accepting defeat, I knew there was no point in dragging this because, in this case, I was wrong.

"I think I am rubbing off on you, you know? Saying things out loud that are not supposed to be said is kind of my type of thing." I smirked at him to which he just poked my sides more, this guy was definitely irritating.

"Oh yeah, I think you will be definitely rubbing off on me, if you know what I mean." I again glared at him when he passed me an amused smile.

"Kidding. I was just kidding. Hazel, you take words way too seriously." I caught his hand that was supporting my limping body and slipped it past my shoulders, moving past him and down the stairs as quickly as I could.

I felt like I couldn't breath properly, as if my lungs could not support me. It was not like everything that a person said could turn me into a sulking and completely different person, it was just that the thing he just said brought back an unwanted memory. A memory I wish I had considered more, then all the problems and pain I caused my parents would not have occurred.

"You cannot be more right about that." I smiled sadly at the irony of the situation and the fact that he was so right, I believed a little too much in people before but now I could not even believe myself sometimes. All the time.

I stopped believing in people, myself and anything else since that night or actually a whole lot of time before that and nobody really tried to win my trust or help me unless they were payed to, but now I think all that was changing even if just a little by little. I did not want to give myself hope for a better future or even a stable one, because for me, hopes were a way to be disappointed.

I sighed, snapping out of my depressing thoughts, realising just now that I was standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring aimlessly at the kitchen counter. I looked up from it and caught Brett staring at me, again like he was solving some kind of puzzle, it always unnerved me, the way he looked at me, as if I was out of this world and I felt like I could not breath again, but now it was because of him.

"What?" I asked, timidly, with my one hand behind my back counting my heart beat, unnaturally doing that always calmed me.

"What are you?" His voice was almost breathy and light, but I could detect that he really meant what he asked because he could not figure me out and I had only one answer which I told him truthfully.