“He was different. The way he looked at me didn’t remind me of the bittersweet stares I got from the other boys. His eyes didn’t make me feel confused or insecure. Instead they made me feel safe and less empty. But I was scared. I didn’t want to tell him about my feelings, but I didn’t want to stop seeing him. So I tried my best to hide my feelings inside my emotions. I started to look at him less. I tried my best not laugh too much at his stupid jokes. But as the days went by I couldn’t help but wonder what if he was faking it? Making pretend to be different, I didn’t want to be stupid and fall for it. Trust me, I want to believe he’s different. I want to believe that his words aren’t laced with black and blue lies. But how? I’ve been through hell and back because of other people, and I just don’t want to feel flames playing inside my heart again.”
— Alexa Evangelista, the book i’ll never finish writing
