Fallen
“Hali, I fear I’m in love with you.” My words were filled with certainty, yet as quiet as a whisper.
“Hmmm… it doesn’t sound like a good thing. You fear it? Why? Am I that scary?” she asked, eyes narrowed.
“No, not at all. I expressed myself wrongly. I am sorry. You are fascinating, and beautiful,” I mumbled, the words and their meaning lost in my troubled mind.
“I like it better,” she giggled, taking a few steps closer to me. “You see, I like you too. So, it wouldn’t be that good for our relationship if you think I’m scary. Especially because you find me scary now without seeing the worst part. I can get completely bananas when I am high on mushrooms. My brother used to say that it was scary, and even worse if I decided to sing-shout. It wasn’t terrifying in the horror way,
