anda walk into the club, standing at the puncak, atas of the spiral staircase, watching her give instructions to the few other employees that occupy the floor. anda reach up and touch the jantung kalung she gave you, unsure of what you’re about to do. Your jantung hurts just thinking about it, but it’s the right thing to do, isn’t it? No one is going to accept anda two and anda can’t take the stress of being rejected oleh everyone anda know and love. anda slowly make your way down the stairs, steadying yourself on the handrail. anda stop at the bar, waiting for her to turn around.
“Hey you,” she says, smiling and coming over for a kiss. anda pindah away and ciuman her cheek, knowing anda won’t be able to go through with this if anda let her ciuman you.
“Alex, can I talk to you,” anda ask, your voice shaky. anda won’t allow yourself to look into her sparkling eyes. She doesn’t speak, but she wraps her arm around your waist and guides anda in to her office. anda sit on the dipan, sofa and stare at the tiles on the floor, nervous about the pending conversation.
“What do anda want to talk about,” she inquires, leaning against her desk. anda inadvertently let your eyes wander up the curves of her long legs, to her hips, and up to her torso where anda stare at her beautifully toned stomach, resisting the urge to walk over and places kisses on every inch of her exposed skin.
Your voice cracks as anda speak. “I...I can’t do this,” anda say, tears already starting to well up in your eyes.
“Can’t do what, Marissa,” she says, her voice a mix of anger and sadness.
“Us,” anda state plainly. “We have to go back to being friends," anda finish, standing up. Your voice seems sure, but if she looked at anda right now, she’d know anda were lying. anda hear her sigh as she walks towards you, and she places her hands on your hips. Tilting your chin up and looking into your eyes, she begins to speak.
“I can’t go back to being friends, Marissa. This…us…this is living,” she starts, obviously near tears.
“And friends...that's waiting and I won't go back. I can’t go back. anda know anda don’t want this. Without you, I have nothing, Marissa,” she says, her voice pleading anda to stay. “Please, baby, we can work on this. anda can do this...we’ll take it slow...no lebih sex...whatever anda want. Just please...don’t leave me,” she says, the pleading becoming lebih urgent. anda make the mistake of looking in her eyes and anda see the tears forming there. anda can’t break down now.
"Look Alex,” anda stay, stepping away from her and looking at the ground. “You know I’m straight. anda and I...we...we'd just be better at friends,” anda stammer, trying to convince yourself lebih than her. anda look in her eyes one lebih time and see that she’s already set up the walls around her heart. anda wish anda could do the same, but no walls in the world could block the pain anda feel from the words she says next.
"Well selanjutnya time anda wanna experiment, go fuck another girl and make her fall in cinta with you, but don't come back to me.”
anda stand there in a state of shock, her words echoing in your mind. ‘She’s in cinta with me,’ anda think as anda open your mouth to speak. “Al...” anda start, but she cuts anda off before anda can even finish her name.
“Just go,” she says angrily, motioning towards the door. anda turn away from her, unable to let her see anda cry. The tears fall freely as anda run out of her office and up the stairs to your car. anda climb in and slam the door, not noticing the person sitting selanjutnya to anda as the steady tears turn into loud sobs.
“Hey you,” she says, smiling and coming over for a kiss. anda pindah away and ciuman her cheek, knowing anda won’t be able to go through with this if anda let her ciuman you.
“Alex, can I talk to you,” anda ask, your voice shaky. anda won’t allow yourself to look into her sparkling eyes. She doesn’t speak, but she wraps her arm around your waist and guides anda in to her office. anda sit on the dipan, sofa and stare at the tiles on the floor, nervous about the pending conversation.
“What do anda want to talk about,” she inquires, leaning against her desk. anda inadvertently let your eyes wander up the curves of her long legs, to her hips, and up to her torso where anda stare at her beautifully toned stomach, resisting the urge to walk over and places kisses on every inch of her exposed skin.
Your voice cracks as anda speak. “I...I can’t do this,” anda say, tears already starting to well up in your eyes.
“Can’t do what, Marissa,” she says, her voice a mix of anger and sadness.
“Us,” anda state plainly. “We have to go back to being friends," anda finish, standing up. Your voice seems sure, but if she looked at anda right now, she’d know anda were lying. anda hear her sigh as she walks towards you, and she places her hands on your hips. Tilting your chin up and looking into your eyes, she begins to speak.
“I can’t go back to being friends, Marissa. This…us…this is living,” she starts, obviously near tears.
“And friends...that's waiting and I won't go back. I can’t go back. anda know anda don’t want this. Without you, I have nothing, Marissa,” she says, her voice pleading anda to stay. “Please, baby, we can work on this. anda can do this...we’ll take it slow...no lebih sex...whatever anda want. Just please...don’t leave me,” she says, the pleading becoming lebih urgent. anda make the mistake of looking in her eyes and anda see the tears forming there. anda can’t break down now.
"Look Alex,” anda stay, stepping away from her and looking at the ground. “You know I’m straight. anda and I...we...we'd just be better at friends,” anda stammer, trying to convince yourself lebih than her. anda look in her eyes one lebih time and see that she’s already set up the walls around her heart. anda wish anda could do the same, but no walls in the world could block the pain anda feel from the words she says next.
"Well selanjutnya time anda wanna experiment, go fuck another girl and make her fall in cinta with you, but don't come back to me.”
anda stand there in a state of shock, her words echoing in your mind. ‘She’s in cinta with me,’ anda think as anda open your mouth to speak. “Al...” anda start, but she cuts anda off before anda can even finish her name.
“Just go,” she says angrily, motioning towards the door. anda turn away from her, unable to let her see anda cry. The tears fall freely as anda run out of her office and up the stairs to your car. anda climb in and slam the door, not noticing the person sitting selanjutnya to anda as the steady tears turn into loud sobs.