I'm sorry this came later than usual. I had a bad day and it took a while before I could get my head into the game:-(
ALIYA. How does one love? How do you fall in love with that person and decide you want to keep that moment forever? How does one stay in love without wanting to leave? These are the thoughts that are always on my mind ever since that day. Ever since she ran out of my room with tears in her eyes and I watch her leave, because I know going after her will do nothing but worsen the pain that I've caused. The pain that I couldn't hold back building. My name is Aliya Collins and I have a problem. I do not know how to love and stay in love. At first, I thought maybe it was because I've never been in a relationship, but after being and breaking out of love – I realised that never was the problem. It was vice versa. It isn't that I couldn't love because I wasn't in a relationship; I wasn't in a relationship because I couldn't love. But things changed from that moment I met her. Have you ever looked into someone's eyes, and thought: oh, I do want to know this person more than this. I
EVA. "I might be home late tonight, are you alright with that?" Emerson asks as I unfasten my seatbelt. I turn to him and say, "Why not? Are you leaving campus early?""Yes. I have to head over to Jaxon for some things. " He tells me and I nod, tearing my gaze away from his to grab my bag. "Is that okay with you?" Emerson inquires when I drop my gaze back to him and I nod, "Of course. Gives me more alone time to myself without you sniffing your face into my ass. ""Oh, babe, " he chuckles as he leans over the divider to grab my chin. "Have I ever mentioned how adorable you sound when you try to hide the truth from me?""I don't think I need to hide if it's—" Emerson's lips on mine shut me up and he stays for five seconds before he pulls back, "Make me dinner before I get back, yeah?""What am I? Your wife?" I snort out a laugh as I slap his hand from my chin and he sinks back in his seat with a knowing smile on his face. "No, you're something more. That sounds too low in comparison.
EVA. The air between us has altered and my fists are folded as a measure to not slip over the edge with my nose flaring in irritation as I stare at Emerson, who stands two steps away from me with frustration clear in his eyes– no doubt that it comes nowhere as close to mine. "I can't believe you, Eva. What is it that you want to hear from me?" He speaks and I say, "What is it that you're hiding?""I'm not hiding anything—" He starts, but I cut in, my voice loud as I part my lips. "Stop fucking lying! You don't get to do that, Emerson. You don't get to lie right to my fucking face! You're keeping something from me. It's visible and I want to know it!""So you think I'm hiding something from you because I don't want you using my phone behind my back or because I didn't take a call in your presence? Can you hear yourself, Eva? You're calling me a liar because I want my privacy?" Disbelief laced through his voice as he scoffs. "No. Don't. Don't do that. Don't turn this on me. This isn'
SAGE. Whoever said love is the greatest emotion of all and the best thing that could ever happen to anyone in their lifetime has got a fucked up viewpoint, because love is in fact the worst thing that could ever happen to anyone. We've all been taught to know the promising sides of love; the happiness and fulfilment it could bring. We've been forced to seek it out in our lives, when we should be staying away from it. Everyone says the good things about love, but no one said the horrible sides. The pain? The heartache? The way it easily fucks your entire being, messing with your mentality and your health? No one taught us about that. No one taught us that love would give us a slice of heaven, and a whole tide of hell. No one taught us that love will turn out to be your biggest catastrophe. Love doesn't heal; It hurts. It doesn't put you back together, it breaks you into pieces and leaves you to remain in that state. Being in love is one of the biggest regrets that I've ever had
ALIYA. "Easy. " I warn Sage as I press her head to my shoulder while trying to open my door with the other hand. I manage to successfully get her inside the room without stumbling, guiding her to the bed and carefully lowering her. "Come on. Let's get you out of these. " I mumble as I bend forward and hook my fingers around her pants button, only for Sage to hoist her leg and I lose my balance as I fall on top of her. She hooks her arms around me when I try to get up and I drop my hands to her sides, lifting my face to look at her. "Let go of me. "She giggles and tightens her hold, "I don't think I want to do that. "Her eyes are half-opened as she meets my eyes and I take a gulp. "Sage—" she's close. She's too fucking close and I can feel each breath she takes and let out. One slight slip will be my mouth on hers and that's far from what I want– far from what should happen. She averts her gaze from my eyes, and they're lowered; staring at a place they shouldn't be. "Stop. " I t
EVA. Emerson is moving off my lap with wide eyes. "You want to what?" "Talk to our parents about us. " I repeat my words and he says, "Eva, are you sure about that? I mean, I don't think it'd be that—" "I know how it'd be, Emerson but I'm willing to take that step with you. I don't want to wait for something bad to happen to us or having to take terrible decisions later before we let them know about our feelings. We have the chance to prevent those from happening, so why not take it?" "I understand you. " He sighs. "I mean I do, but still— are you sure you're ready to do this? You have to understand that your father won't easily give into this. " "And that's why we'll have to try together. " I tell him and he smiles. "We will. When do you have in mind?" "I'm thinking tomorrow. " I say and he exclaims, "Tomorrow?" "Yes, tomorrow. We can leave for my place after lectures. " "Do you want to meet your parents first?" He raises a brow and I nod, "I think my father is still more sof
EVA. They are both staring at me with mistrust shining through their eyes and the temperature of the room has turned a lot hotter. I try to control my breath and fold my trembling hands into fists as I say, "My roommate. My roommate wasn't a girl like I was told when I got to my apartment; it was Emerson and we've been living together for—""Enough. I don't want to hear any more. You'll move out of that house and you'll stay away from him. " Dad orders and I shake my head, "I can't. I'm sorry, dad but I can't listen to you. Not this time. "He rises from his seat, eyes challenging me as they meet mine. "I'm instructing you and you're refusing?""Dad, please. " I stand up to move in front of him. "I understand how you feel, but you can't blame me for this. ""Yes, I can and I fucking do! Why the hell didn't you tell me about this the second you found out he's your roommate? Why did you stay there? And why the hell did you lie to us about it?" Because I already had sex with him before
EVA. "Emerson. "My eyes open to the while ceiling and my hand move on its own across the bed, but end up with nothing. My chest drops as I sit up on the bed, my eyes glancing at the clock by the side which reads almost ten. And Emerson is yet to be back. I lift my body to grab my phone, and there are no new notifications from him. "Where did you go?" I mumble as I stare at the numerous messages I've left him before I climb off the bed and head out of his room. The uncomfortable silence in the house swims around me as I stride to the kitchen to get a glass of water. After having a sip, I take the glass with me and pace to the living room, dropping on the couch as I place the glass in front of me. Silence. A drop. A swallow. A heartbeat– the cycle goes on and on with my feet tapping against the floor and my phone in my hand, and when my thoughts go to the point of almost driving me insane, I move from the couch and place a call to Aliya, chewing on my lips as the line rings once a