"I like you."
A storm was brewing in the pit of her stomach.
She wanted so bad to run away from him and hide under the covers of her messy bed.
Any minute now, her body felt like it would combust and light up like thousands of fireworks at once. Her poor heart was throbbing so bad that it felt like it would soar into deep space. Her entire being felt like oblivion itself.
Instead of running away like she badly wanted to do, she just stared at him like a living corpse. She didn't know exactly what to say. Too many emotions and feelings to keep track of that was bombarding her poor heart at a fast rate. She cursed silently. Her heart was beating too loud even she was worried that he would hear it.
Was she suppose to say something back? Yes. Of course, she was suppose to say something back! But what? Words were betraying her now. Her mind was as blank as a clean white sheet on a newly bought moleskin journal. Nothing. Nothing.
It was ironic. How her mind was blank and yet her heart felt like bursting because she was feeling too much. She hated it and yet she wanted to laugh at how ironic it was.
For the first time in ten minutes, she finally managed to look him in the eye. He was quiet too yet there was no sadness or guilt or whatsoever in his eyes. Instead, she found contentment. He wasn't expecting her to say anything at all and because of that, her troubling feeling of not being able to say anything back felt silly and stupid now. Realisation had hit her so hard in the gut.
He knows. He knows.
He knows exactly that she wasn't good with words. He knows exactly that she sometimes struggled with lifting her head up when walking in the streets. He knows exactly how hard it was accepting rare compliments that were directed at her.
He knows exactly that she doesn't have a single clue on how to react in this kind of situation.
And it was okay with him. his eyes were giving him away and through his eyes, she knew. she knew that she doesn't need to say anything at all. she knew that she doesn't have to pretend to say something.
Because he knows that pretending was always her first option.