PART SIXTEEN

Ξ GU,OD Ξ

"Why did you do that? I would've handled it." Oscar questioned calmly as he gently disinfected my wounds. He grabbed a piece of gauze and poured salt water onto it. Though he gently blotted the wound with it, I couldn't help but hiss due to the painful prickling sensation. "Sorry, love."

After a few moments of silence, I parted my lips to speak. "I had to do that for my own sanity. If I didn't beat him up for shooting Rico, I would've never felt some sort of peace within me. Besides, I barely even touched him." Oscar chuckled while covering my injured knuckles in bandages. "You gave the guy a broken nose, jaw and a blue eye."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "See? Barely."

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I tapped my fingers against my arm in a steady rhythm as my eyes stayed trained on the moon that illuminated the heavens. I always had this weird obsession of moon gazing when I was little. I didn't — and still don't know why, but I find it interesting. I always wondered what it would be like to be in space. I guess Rico was really rubbing off on me due to his crazy stories about wanting to be an astronaut. I harshly blinked the upcoming tears away and gulped.

I knew he would be fine, I prayed that he would be fine so shedding a tear wouldn't change my reality — just bring me more sorrow. My door slowly creaked open as a silhouette I knew too well slipped in. He walked towards me, the rays of moonlight exuding through my window, shining upon his face. He sat on the edge of my bed as I shifted my attention back to the luminous star.

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Her eyes were fixated on the moon. She probably thought I was joining her in on moon gazing but to be honest.. the moon really didn't have shit on her. I was surprising myself more and more as the days went by. I was simply infatuated by the girl.

The moonlight shone upon her, accentuating her features. Her brown orbs twinkled in awe as it remained locked on the celestial body. She noticed my stare and shifted her gaze to me. A small smile tugged at her lips. "What?" She spat with attitude. I continued to stare at her while a smirk was evident on my lips. She turned around, lying on her back. "You're being creepy."

"Can't I just appreciate my novia's (girl's) beauty?" She sat up straight, leaning against the headboard. "Oh, you can. Just not as creepy as that." I scooted closer to her — so close that I could smell the strong perfume radiating off her skin. "Even though we're not together, I'm thankful for everything. You may not know what I'm thanking you for.. but you will soon. I appreciate you as a friend, lover and a fine ass hyena." A laugh escaped her divine lips.

I enjoyed seeing her happy. If I saw her walking down the streets months ago, all I would look at was her ass. I mean, she did had a fat ass but besides the point, I found myself growing. Instead of looking at her body, I found myself paying attention to the smaller things now. Like the face she'd make when someone would offer her raisins or pickles because of her resentment for them or the little pout she'd unintensionally make when she was concentrating on something.

"Thank you, O. Thank you for being so patient." I placed my hand on her thigh. "You fucking bet I am. Been waiting for damn too long, fool." I joked. She swatted my hand off her thigh and shoved me off her bed. "Why can't we never have a serious conversation without it ending in a joke?!" She queried in between her laughs.

"We're just simply dysfunctional, mi novia. (my girl)"

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He stood up, his tall figure hovering over my sitting one as he placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "I love you." He mumbled against my forehead. If it weren't for my breathing that was the only thing making noise in the silent room, I would've thought my heart stopped for a second. The space and time he had given me was more than I could ever ask for and he had helped me through it every step of the way.

He turned around, proceeding to leave my room, since he thought I still wasn't comfortable enough to love him. A sudden determination ran through my veins.

"I love you too, Oscar."

He stopped in his tracks, a tenseness I didn't know he felt resided, allowing his body to relax. His shoulders slumped slightly as he turned around, locking his eyes with mine. "I realized I was really ready a few days ago, but even before then, I had always loved you." I admitted with tears of happiness dwelling in my eyes. It felt like a relief, knowing that we didn't share that bond kids of our generation dared to call 'love.'

Those kids remained in relationships within they were too scared to leave, too broken to stay or too attached to recognize their own worth — so they would keep hurting each other and call it love.

But I knew — I just knew that Oscar and I shared something much more deeper than love, if that even existed. It felt so right and no part of me dared to yell the opposite. I just knew that this was a forever thing.

He strode towards me, pushing my covers aside as he pulled my legs towards him, making me lie down. He positioned himself in between my legs as he hovered over me. "You can't imagine how long I've been wanting to hear that come out of your mouth, Sin."

His thumb caressed my cheek as his other hand slipped into my untied braids. "How long?" I questioned though my voice came out as a whisper. Our bodies were like magnets, it yearning for each other's touch and presence. We had been in this position before but not like this. Not as emotionally close like this.

"Since that party where I had to bring you an icepack because some puta hurt you." He spoke slowly as his eyes were trained on my lips. My breath hitched in my throat as soon as I realized what a long time ago that actually was. "You've liked me since then?" I questioned in disbelief.

"I've loved you since then. Now shut up and kiss me." With that, he slammed his lips against mine, knocking all the air from my lungs. He kissed me with no mercy. His tongue slipped at the seam of my mouth, my mind going in overdrive when I felt the tip of his tongue caressing mine.

Never in a million years would I think that I would be dating a Santo. Let alone be madly fucking in love with one.

Yet, I knew
I was his
and he was mine.
In the end,
It was only him and I.

The end.

SIKKKKEEEEEEEE
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