inferior

Life is a mystery and it works in funny way, doesn't it? One moment it is showing us rainbow and then next bloody dark cloud; One second we are bursting with happiness and then next glooming in sadness.

Though only we are to blame for our dismay because when we have light in front of our eyes, we forget about the dark which is out there. We ignore the fact that darkness is still lurking around somewhere, waiting for its chance, letting us believe that we have conquered it and once we are trapped, it attacks us, from every corner.

And that hurts most.

Just few hours ago, I realized that I was in love, I was happy. For the first time in so many years I felt content.

And foolishly I shoved away the fact that it was too good to be true.

I let out a bitter laugh at my own stupidity. How silly I was to try to hold that happiness knowing fully well that my own darkness always comes for me.

It is a truth of my life. I could never escape it.

Aimlessly, I walk in the empty hallway of my dorm toward my room, recalling my date that just ended sometime ago in disaster. Everything was going perfect, Romero was perfect, then one bloody message and he just flipped, leaving me all messed up.

I sigh in relief when I see the door of my room. At least now I can take a relaxing shower to get rid of some exhaustion and perhaps some sleep, that is if I could.

Approaching the door I grab the knob to open it but before I could so much turn it, a hand appears out of nowhere and grabs my own, stopping me. I shiver when the sparks of familiarity flows in my vein.

Romero.

I breath out.

"Turn around." he orders breathlessly. I hear his heavy trails of breath at the endings as if he has been running.

I shake my head in denial. I can't turn around for the fear that I'm dreaming and when I'd turn he wouldn't be here. I don't want to feel the disappointment of knowing that he didn't come after me. One time is enough to know that I am not worth enough.

"Turn around, Ray." This time when he speaks, his voice holds a force and heaviness that could intimidate anyone. It is the voice that leaves no room for rejection and I'm no exception to it.

Closing my eyes, I turn around praying silently that it is not a dream and the next thing I feel is his soft dry lips firmly on mine. Proving the point it's real. He is real.

And he came after you.

That is the only thing that matters for now.

A shocked but delighted gasp leaves me, giving him perfect opportunity to sweep his tongue in my mouth and suddenly I'm surrounded by him, his scent, his feel and his touch. I feel him everywhere through the kiss.

He work his lips against mine delicately with so much of softness. I can't help but feel my own lips moves against his with a urgency to feel all of him and destroy any distance between us. It's the kiss I've been dying to do since the morning.

My hands instinctively reach to his shoulder then to his hairs and I let them roam freely in softness of his hairs. A moan rumbles within his chest and he grab my waist pulling me toward him, deepening the kiss. This kiss is filled with such a sweetness and desperation that my knees are buckling against each other. His tongue touches every corner of my mouth, exploring me and I let him without a fight. Because I know how much he needs to feel the control of everything around him and also because I'm rather enjoying myself.

I can't tell for how long we have been kissing but when my breathing gets difficult I try to pull away to which he protests by clutching me further in him but gives in after a moment later by pulling apart few inches. Still tangled in each other we try to even our breathing.

My eyes flow open when he plants a chaste kiss on my forehead before pressing his forehead against my own and I look in his gray eyes to find them staring my face intensely as if they are puzzle to him and he is trying hard to understand them.

Releasing a breath, he whispers in small voice, "I'm sorry, Ray. I know I acted like an asshole back in car. I had no control over my fucking mind. This is no excuse but shit, you need to know that these emotions are totally foreign to me and I don't deal well with unfamiliarity. Fuck! I'm so sorry for being an ass to you, just... just don't give up on us Ray, I will try hard to be good for you." His voice laced with remorse, sincerity and fear.

Fear that I will give up on us, on him.

As if I could.

It breaks my heart when belittle himself like this. He doesn't understand his worth, but I do. He thinks he's not good enough but he is not-perfectly perfect in my eyes.

Untangling my hands from his hairs, I touch his face bringing his eyes on mine. I nearly forget to breath from the tenderness and affection his intense silver-blue holds in them.

Jesus, how I love this lost and vulnerable boy!

"Yes you are right, you were an arse to me. I also know you are sorry and I forgive you too but please try to refrain yourself from being jerk again." I tell him with a smile, half teasingly. I know I've forgiven him so easily but I couldn't help myself. The lost scared boy in him made it so hard to not give in. I never had a chance against him.

His eyes lit up in obvious joy and his lips twitching at corner, "Arse?"

I blush but hold my ground, "Yes, an arse."

He lets out a chuckle kissing my temple once again, "You are adorable, did you know that?"

I bat my lashes on him, giving him sickening sweet smile, "Am I now?"

Smirking he removes his hand from my waist and takes a step back. "Yes you are." He says bringing a bouquet of beautiful white roses in between us.

How did I not notice it before? I wonder.

"Is it for me?" I ask, amazed.

At this he rolls his eye but there is anticipation in them, "Of course it's for you. Do you like it?"

I take them from him, "Yes, it's beautiful, thank you. What is it for?" I question, touching it carefully, not wanting to get prickle by thorn but to my surprise they are void of any thorn, they are smooth.

He looks troubled at my question, "I was supposed to give you this in the beginning but I forgot so I brought them now. I'm sorry Ray, I wanted to make this date perfect for you but like always I fucked it up."

"Hey, look at me. Today was perfect. One of the most beautiful day of my life, so what if we had a little problem. All is well, if end is well, right?" I give him an encouraging smile.

He watches my smile for few seconds before a small dimpled smile form on his lips and the troubled looks is replaced with bewilderment. "Right."

He then rubs his neck in hesitation, "I guess I will see you tomorrow."

I nod, stifling my disappointment, "Yeah. Good night Romero." I whimper reluctantly.

I don't want him to go.

Coming forward, he plants a small kiss on lips, murmuring, "Good night darling."

Stepping back with what looks like so much if unwillingness, he gives me a promising look before turning around.

I swear every times he calls me that my whole inside melts and my belly flutters with dozens of butterflies.

I stand there watching him leave with a tightness in my heart. It's hard to watch him turn away from me. I can't wait for tomorrow and I can't wait to see him again, to kiss him again.

Oh, I love him.

And for the first time a flicker of hope arises in my heart, a hope that I could defeat the darkness.

"So the rumors are true huh?"

Stiffening at the sudden intrusion, I turn to my right to see a black haired girl standing by door of the room opposite of mine, looking at me with an amused expression. "What do you mean?" I ask.

"Rumours that King got himself a bitch. You really must be special huh?"

"Excuse me?" I scowl at her. I notice that she doesn't look like other typical girls here, infact she looks more of badass type. Her shoulder and arms are painted with tattoos. She has lots of piercing too, on her brows, ears and nose.

"Oh don't be offended, its my way of speaking. So you and king?" She furrows her eyebrows suggestively.

I can't tell her intentions but still I answer her, "He is my boyfriend."

"Oh dear! How did you manage to do something so impossible?" She gasps dramatically.

I laugh, "I guess I'm really that special." I mimic her words, still laughing.

She joins me in my laugh. Once we are sober, she introduce herself, "I'm Alice, first year."

"Nice to meet you, Alice. I'm Akira, first year." I smile.

"Looks like you have had a memorable day so I'll let you go for the promise you will tell me how you managed to tame the mighty King." She gives me a pointed stare.

Smiling, I give her thumbs up, "Good night Alice, until later."

She waves, "Night and by the way that parting look he gave was so hot." Winking, she closes the door.

I blush thinking of that, yeah it was hot.

You bet!

I decide that she is not that bad as I thought in beginning. I could use some real friends, I guess.

Entering, I close the door behind me, only to find eager looking Sydney waiting for me.

"You know it was so hard to not eavesdrop when all I wanted to lace myself on the door since I got the whip that something was going on other side of door. Details now!"

Here goes my nice shower and sleep!