I felt like the time we passed watching the movie was like an eternity, still trying to focus on the movie. suddenly it was dinner time and we had to part ways.
I couldn't help but notice the warmth radiating from his hand, the heat penetrating my skin and soothing me in a way I couldn't explain. "Your hands are warm," I murmured, breaking the silence that had settled between us.
A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes as he turned to face me, his grip tightening around my fingers. "You know where they were, don't you?" he said, his voice low and teasing.
I felt my cheeks flush, my heart racing as I met his gaze head-on.
I sat in the bustling dining hall, surrounded by the hum of conversation and the clatter of utensils. Despite the lively atmosphere, I felt a sense of stillness settle over me, my mind still processing the events of the day. Ness, sitting beside me, must have noticed my silence but I didn't have the energy to engage in conversation.
Occasionally, I found myself half-listening to their discussions, but my thoughts kept wandering back to the things that had happened earlier.
As I finished my meal and began to gather my things, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The thought of escaping the overwhelming atmosphere of the dining hall was a welcome one. But before I could make my escape, Trez appeared beside me, a determined look in his eyes.
"Can we go," he said, his voice low and insistent.
Together, we made our way out of the dining hall and back to the place we had been earlier, our thoughts and emotions still swirling around us like a storm.
"I have a question," Trez said suddenly, breaking the stillness. I turned to him and offered a small smile, feeling a sense of seriousness emanating from him.
"Ask, it's fine," I replied, meeting his gaze.
"How do you treat me?" he asked, and my heart sank. This was the question I had been dreading, and giving it a name made it feel all the more real.
"Can I write it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"It's fine," he said, passing me his laptop.
As I opened the notepad, my mind raced, unsure of what to write. But finally, I wrote the words: "I treat you like a best friend." As I looked up at him, I felt a wave of regret wash over me.
"Okay, so I think the way we treat each other is different for both of us," Trez said, and I felt my heart sink even further. I couldn't bear to hear him say it - I didn't want this to end.
"Don't say it, Trez. I don't want this to end," I thought to myself, repeating the words over and over again.
"I treat you like a girlfriend, and it's different from how you treat me. You get it?" he continued.
I nodded, unsure of what to say.
"We do things that aren't typical of best friends, and I just wanted to know what we are," he said.
As I sat there, at a loss for words, he offered to walk me to my class.
"I'm scared the way we are might change," I said, breaking the silence.
"I don't get it," he replied, turning to face me.
"After a conversation like this, most people don't talk the same way they did before," I explained.
"It doesn't have to be like that," he said, sounding concerned.
"I know. We'll see what the future holds," I replied, feeling a twinge of sadness.
"Okay, so you treat me like your best friend, right?" he asked, looking straight into my eyes.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Then teach me how to be your best friend," he said, and my heart skipped a beat.