You Have My Heart, At Least For The Most Part

Foolish, young and in love. That was my adolescence summed up in three words. People always bitch about what I've done, but I don't care. I have enough with myself. Not a day passes without his broken voice being repeated over and over in my head, begging me for reasons I couldn't give him. I couldn't because I didn't even know them, yet.

But now, three years later, I am regretting everything. Butterflies erupted in my tummy when I saw him, all my teenage feelings came back in a second. I wanted to cry. This is what I've been trying to avoid.

Suddenly, I hear someone scream his name. He turns around, a bright smile playing on his lips. I remembered the times I could manage to make him smile like that, to be that happy. Why would I throw all that away? The person that screamed his name is now standing in front of him, also smiling. He says something, making the boy blush and duck his head. He smirks and chuckles, and the boy lightly hits his arm, playfully.

They start to walk together, but their hands aren't linked together. Why is the boy not doing it? I would kill to touch those soft fingers one more time. To be able to walk hand in hand with him, to show the world how much I used to love him. How much I still do so, even though I don't like to admit it.

They sat on a table at a coffee shop, and I decided to enter, too. The boy takes out a few books and notebooks, and he smiled. The boy looked kind of concerned and worried, but happy at the same time. Suddenly, said boy looked around quickly, he scanned the coffee shop and then he planted a quick and shy kiss on his' lips. He smiled widely at him, as he softly took the boy's hand in his and the boy blushed. I couldn't help the strange feeling in my gut. I wanted to stand up, walk to their table and punch the fucking kid in the face. I should be kissing him, not that stupid teenager. I should be the one.

I stood up but, instead of walking to their table, I headed to the door. I walked through the emtpy streets, my heart aching and my hopes of us getting back together being destroyed little by little while I replayed the kiss scene on my face. They looked cute together, I must admit.

But he should be mine. And I swear to God, if he isn't, he won't be his either.

Notes

Wooooow. I will just give you a clue: this isn't happening at the time the story is now (like, this isn't right now when Jack and Alex are eating pizza with Rian), this is a few months later. Sooooo, yeah. I hope you understood something? ^^

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