Literature
Scared - Originalshipping/Namelesshiping
I don't know how often I relapse into loving him these days, but I know I can't.
I thought it had finally begun to work between us a while ago, but I got scared.
It should have been perfect. A sunset on the horizon of Pallet, and temperate late-summer weather. We were 16, and head over heels for each other. I sat in his arms, in silence. Then, I looked over at him, and our faces were closer than normal, close enough that he leaned over and captured me in a soft, chaste kiss. Lips danced slowly and tenderly for a few seconds. This was my first kiss. It's as if nothing mattered but Green and I and our lips touching. Until I pulled away slowly