SO SORRY I haven't been updating lately guys. I have some legitimate issues... School's over soon, so I'll be updating like crazy inthe summer. It's so dumb how they gave us the biggest project ever at the END of the year. Whatever... YOU HAVE TO POST IF YOU READ THIS UPDATE SO I KNOW WHO TO WALL WHEN I DO NEXT TIME AND THE TIMES AFTER! IF YOU DON'T, YOU WON'T BE NOTIFIED WHEN I POST AN UPDATE! GoddessOfTheWaters ======================== IN THE PRESENT Olivia's Point Of View ~~~~~~<><><>~~~<><><>~~~~~ For that instance of time, James and I shared a look. A look that showed everything bare: betrayal, love, hate, confusion, and all the emotions that one would feel in this kind of situation. Silence was much too abundant around all of us, the tension unbearable. I didn't have to see the look my mother had on her face. It was a face of disgust. Her eyes seared through my cheek and bored inside me as I flicked my field of vision towards the window in the hospital room. "Claudia, Dylan, get out. I need to talk to Olivia." James said, his voice stern and as solid as stone. "But-," Mom started, but she was interrupted. "Come on Claudia," Said Dylan as he got up from the bed and walked rigidly with a hold of my mother's wrist. An awkward sigh rang in the room. It was after I heard it that I realized it was my own. It hadn't came out smoothly. "I can expla-," I began. "No, don't, Liv. How could you do this to me? I know. I've known that you and Dylan were together in the past. I tried not to think about it because you two were over, but now? I don't know what to think. You're not the type to cheat. I know you," He paused. I waited for him to continue. "So, was the last time or was it a new beginning?" I detected the slight waver in his voice. I could tell he was fighting to keep his voice strong and steady, but his efforts were starting to fail. His eyes were sad. They glistened of salt water as it started to accumulate and build. "Wait," I paused, startled. "You knew? Well, that doesn't even matter. What matters is that it was a goodbye. Please don't think I had any feelings left over for Dylan," I paused to think whether or not what I was saying was true. "I love you... So much that it hurts," This much, I knew was completely, and utterly true. "I couldn't dream of my life without you. You came to my rescue. You're my knight in shining armor." By the time I finished talking, my face was stained with tears, but James' face was surprisingly dry. "C'mere." James whispered, hurt still in his voice. His shoes hitting the hard hospital tile floor was the only audible sound with the exception of our breathing. His hands reached out to hold both side of my face. His hands were warm like a toasty fire. I had once heard that the temperature of your hands were how you could tell how warm a person's heart was. At that moment, I knew what I heard had been true. My eyelids automatically fell slowly as if a parachute was slowing them down. To my surprise, instead of James' lips reaching mine, the burning sensation hit the middle of my forehead. For some reason, I think I liked this better. It showed me that he didn't need to kiss me on the lips in order to express his love for me, unlike Dylan. A simple kiss could be so little, but say so much. A droplet fell from James' eye onto my head, but I didn't mind. I had always dreamed of being with a guy that wasn't afraid to show their emotions when they were needed. For James and I, silence was almost like a language. Silence said it all. Instead of silence causing an awkward atmosphere, it was more like a song of our love for each other. It was odd, but that's how I knew that what James and I had between us wasn't fake. No two people that didn't have fire burning inside them for each other could have this type of thing they could understand fully. I hadn't realized that James' lips had left my forehead until he cleared his throat. My eyes slowly opened. The place where my forehead had met his lips was still tingling. James. My James. This was what I wanted. I was sure. I grabbed his shirt and held him like I was drowning and he was the only thing I could hold on to and his arms shielded me. His voice shattered the beauty of this moment in less than 10 seconds. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?" Dylan's.
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