Inability

"I love you..." he breathes out, his hazel eyes filled with relief. His back straightened, like as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Dark curls tickled my brow as he pressed his forehead against mine, his warm breath fanning against my lips. The warmth of his arms around my waist kept me rooted to the ground as the reality of his words came swinging my way.

"Stop."

"What?" Allen says, pulling back from me with a frown gracing his lips.

"I said stop."

"Stop what, Delia?" he raises his hands to my face, cupping both of my cheeks.

"Stop with the 'I love you' stuff!" I say with exasperation, yanking his hands away from me.

"I'm sorry if I'm coming off too strongly, but I want you to know how I feel!" he practically yells at me, his tone becoming defensive. I look into his eyes, guilty for the way I feel. I can't, I just can't say it.

"It's of no use, though!" I snap, twisting my body away from him. I start to walk away, tears running down my cheeks.

"And why is that!?" Allen yells, chasing after me. An olive hand of his reaches out and pulls me back to him. My heart stops at that, happy that he is finally angry. I was getting tired of this, I AM tired of this. I push him away from me again and turn back around.

"Why!?" he yells. That sends me over the edge.

"BECAUSE! I DON'T LOVE YOU!"
*****
After a boy asked her, Delia Hayes, to a dance, she thought her life would be complete bliss. He showered her with compliments and gave her looks of absolute adoration. Little did she know, what she thought was far from correct. She eventually became this boy's, Allen Brady, girlfriend. Whenever he was around, she smiled and felt happy. But she never got butterflies at his touch, and his kisses didn't make her melt. Wasn't that supposed to happen whenever you were in love? Was she even in love in the first?

She didn't know and she didn't understand what was happening to her.