"Oil and Water."
1689 Words
Rosy’s P.O.V
I spent weeks, if not months; crying and moping over the end of my relationship with Chris.
Finding out that he had been sneaking around with my best friend behind my back broke me. So much that I believed it was the end of the world.
He was who I had devoted myself to loving in the past four years. And to find that he had decided to cheat on me with one of the closest people in my life had made me develop some serious trust issues.
The heart break alone had come with losing hope of ever finding love again.
But boy! Had I jumped the gun!
Because what I felt while in Sam’s arms, transcended every emotion I had ever felt with anyone before.
It wasn’t just our bodies that were in sync, but our minds appeared to be too.
“Whoa,” he broke the kiss and placed both his hands on my shoulders.
“Easy, tiger.” He teased and chuckled. “If we get carried away, dinner will get cold.”
“I don’t mind,” I muttered, breath still shaky from our heavy making out.
When he averted his eyes, I knew there was more to it than just the food.
From just the week that I had known him and fallen hard for him in, he had become my favorite subject.
So much that I had observed just how logical a man he was. While I on the hand, were very much driven by my emotions and the passionate energy that was coursing through my veins.
I had no doubt whatsoever in that moment that while I was struggling with controlling my raging hormones for him, he was thinking about how wrong we were for each other.
And the devastation from that subject did nothing but quickly made me snap back to reality too. With a single step back, pouty face and major inner conflict.
Samuel’s P.O.V
I led Rosy to our dining table and for the longest time, we sat in silence. Each of us, picking our food.
There was no doubt an elephant in the room. One that neither of us seemed eager
to discuss.
The very first time I laid eyes on her, I found great joy in knowing that I could protect her.
The very first time she fell into my arms in human form, I knew she was everything I had been in desperate need of but didn’t yet know- all along.
The very first time I walked her home, I was certain that I wanted more.
Not just the walks and kisses, but the rest of everything that I didn’t yet know about her or had even experienced with her.
That’s why it brought me a head throbbing headache to be a few feet away from her and not be sure of what exactly I was supposed to do with her.
Not because I didn’t know. But because she and I were a very delicate matter. A challenge that I had never had to deal with before.
“You seem miles away,” she pulled me out of my reverie.
I sighed. Thinking and going around in circles had tired me.
“Very observant,” I chuckled, trying to keep things light.
“I thought we agreed,” she absentmindedly muttered.
“Agreed what?” For a second, she had lost me there.
“That you wouldn’t keep me at arm’s length anymore.” She locked eyes with mine and I couldn’t help but look away. I was guilty and we both knew it.
“Am I?” I stood and cleared the table, just to have something to busy myself with- during a conversation that was obviously becoming uncomfortable for the both of us.
“I may not have known you for that long, Sam.” She began, stalking me to the kitchen.
“But I know what I felt. I know you felt it too. And then like a light switch, you just decided to turn it off and grow cold again.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she had me cornered and I wasn’t quite sure how to deal with that or even the lies I was making up.
What were we even doing in the first place? As curios and in need of clarity as I was, I wasn’t ready to bring up that subject.
I knew campus relationships were something very casual for most people. And the last thing I wanted to do was freak her out by admitting that I believed I wanted more than just one night.
“Cool,” she said with a disheartening nod and a fallen face.
“I must have misread the situation then.” She turned before a tear could fall from her eyes and headed for the door.
“Wait!” I yelled behind her. “Let me at least take you back, you know its not safe out-”
I heard the front door close right before I could even finish my sentence.
For a second, I considered running after her.
And then the next, I decided, again, not to spook her. And at least allow her the space and time to cool down.
As my misery grew with every passing hour of the night, I regretted that decision more and more.
With every toss, with every turn- I wondered if she would have accepted my apology, if I had tried.
If she would have understood, if I had come clean about everything that I felt for her.
But unfortunately, there was no knowing. Not after I had foolishly let her go.
Rosy’s P.O.V
Tears spilled from my eyes all the way back to campus.
Then a brave face quickly masked it all as I approached the dorm room.
For the last thing I needed was an interrogation from Lucia. Especially not about a guy that I had no answers about myself.
“Good thing you’re home,” Lucia said, without so much as a backward glance as I walked in.
While touching up her make up, she informed me about spending the night out again. Which was just as well for my brokenhearted self.
The next morning, I decided to chin up.
There was no use crying over Sam, I kept telling myself.
There was no use throwing myself at him too, or staying in that confused state with him. If I were to be in a relationship again, I wanted nothing if not clarity.
Feeling ready for the day after my pep talk in front of the mirror; I grabbed my backpack, breathed in and headed for the door.
“Last night was a mistake,” were the first words Sam greeted me with as I walked out.
He was lazily leaning against the wall.
How good looking he was, made my heart sink even lower. But again, I put an indifferent and unfazed face on.
If I was going to deal with someone who blew hot one minute, only to blow cold the next- I needed the neutral act.
“You pretty much told me that last night,” I dismissively said as I turned the key and started walking.
“No, Ro.” He frowned. Almost as if wondering how I wasn’t getting what he was trying to say.
“Gosh, I’m terrible at this.” He grunted and pinched his eyebrows together.
I remained quiet and curious about what turn things had taken for him that morning.
“Look, I messed up. I shouldn’t have let you go like that.” He said, falling in step with me.
“I know you’ve saved me before,” I stood and looked at him straight in the eye.
He was shattering my heart to pieces, but I didn’t want him seeing that.
“And I’m grateful for all of that. But keeping me safe is not your responsibility, nor should you feel obliged to do so.”
“Again, Rosy.” His frown deepened. “I’m not talking about that.”
“What on earth are you talking about then, Sam?” My voice rose. Surprising not just both of us, but a few passerbys too.
“You were right,” he sighed heavily.
“I felt everything too. Even though the right thing to do would be denying that, I’m afraid I can’t anymore. I wanted you last night, I still do. Not just physically, Ro. But in every way that I could possible want another person.”
“What?” By sheer reflex, a smile broke on my face. I hadn’t expected that at all.
His actions constantly confused me. So much that most times I just convinced myself that he didn’t even like me like that.
That I was just imagining things and seeing what I wanted to, because of my fantasies.
“We’re oil and water, you and I. Not meant to exist together, but-” he began to justify and pull away again and there was just no way I would’ve let him.
“Don’t start,” I cut him off in the middle of his speech with a kiss.
“You look tired,” I whispered against his lips.
A couple of guys whistled as they walked past.
For some reason I had forgotten that we were in plain view and everyone could see us. Because being in his arms again made me feel like we were in a safety cocoon, away from everything.
“I didn’t sleep a wink last night,” he laughed lightly, his finger lazily grazing my chin.
“Well, I have to get to class.” I informed, desperately considering skipping.
“So, how about…you go get some rest and we’ll continue this conversation later?”
“Sounds like a very good plan,” he planted another kiss on my willing lips. Almost making me melt right on the spot.
As he jogged away, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.
Sam was right. Oil and water, we were. But I’m sure we could figure out a way to coexist.
- Writer
