8 " Beautiful Mistake"

"We're the song inside the tune full of beautiful mistakes"

-Christina Aguilera

Elisa POV

The warmth that emitted from his embrace was unexplainable. It was filled with love and compassion. His skin was patched up with me and I could hear his fast beating heart. It was tepid and comfy. His beautiful hand held me and that made my stomach tingle with excitement. Time had begun to dissolve into itself, and everything stopped at that moment. I gazed up to be held down by those gaze which directed me with those golden rays, warming my cold persona. It consigned me with those emotions that I never felt.

His gesture held that thousand emotions he wanted me to know. I was held captive and there was no way to be freed. He was ideal to be true and I couldn't believe that he was here holding me as if I was his prized possession.Blush embraced my cheek with its usual pinkish tint. That tint held that excitement that I felt being with him and my expectations for a bright future together. This intimacy was amazing but it was too much for a friendship. I loved him but I couldn't decipher how he felt about me.

While thinking about the future that can never be true, I failed to notice someone behind me. I was suddenly yanked behind. Those warm feeling that moderated my cold heart left me instantly, and I somehow felt disappointed. Being deprived with warmness, I looked up to him for his sudden action. His muscle tensed immensely, lips pressed into thin line and red crawling into his face, I could sense his angry pending and waiting for the right time to vent out. I felt unsettled. I have spent half a month with him and each and every day was a blessing. He was cute, kind and sweet but right at this moment he was completely different, I couldn't recognize him.

Sam was standing behind me in his usual 'Don't touch me' vibe. He was staring intently at me and I somehow felt Goosebumps popping on my skin. Ignoring his stare, I looked towards Jack. His glare fell like an act of violence, a glare to warn him. At that moment all of his sweet gesture felt like a mere act. Although I felt bounded, I reached up to Sam and dragged him near Jack.

From that moment of time when I fell head over heels for jack, I promised to share everything to him. Sam was that best friend and brother who felt comfortable being with me. I felt happy and excited with Sam but that excitement and delightful lay beneath the friend zone. I wanted to share that happiness with Jack . I wanted three of us to be together happily and peacefully.

I was ecstatic to introduce him to Jack. I thought Jack would be happy enough to offer him a hug and welcome him tepidly but I was really wrong. Both of them grunted as they took handfuls of each other's clothing. Jack being a bit taller released a hand hold and started to jab Sam's in his ribs. Sam released both hands and grabbed Jack by his hair, bringing his face down sharply onto his bent knee.

People started to gather around. I could gawk and do nothing about the situation. Two muscular men came and separated both of them. Both cursed at each other. The once intimate spring blossom was now violent and bloody.Both of them were badly bruised. I couldn't decide which to support. Both of them stared at me, anticipating that I chose either of them. I thought for a while and headed towards Sam. Jack had lots of friends who could help him whereas Sam had only me.

I held his waist and pressed him closer to me. He winced in pain as I slowly helped him towards the infirmary.Jack was shocked. I could clearly see his eyes filled with disappointment, hurt and yearning.

It has been days after that short, violent scuffle. Jack has been ignoring me. I wanted to go to him and ask him if he was okay but I couldn't. I just couldn't go and face him. That pain in those deep eyes still held me back. I could see Jack occasionally in the hall way as he pass by my locker. He still looked dashing; even he had some minor bruises on his face. I really missed him, his voice, his warmth and especially his company.

The night was dark and shining. The dark curtain draped the sky completely. The hues of dark all mingled together to create a beautiful loneliness. The star peeked through the curtain and shiningly blushed with its golden tint. It was beautiful yet lonely.

The phone ringed and disturbed my serenity. I was welcomed by that familiar sound which I craved every single day. His voice was like that of dark chocolate, bitter yet refreshing. His voice had that richness which could keep you wake and alive. It had the perfect moderation between soft and hard. It was flowing and harmonious to listen.I held my phone tightly and waited for him to say something. After what felt an eon, he spoke. Those words were something that I could never forget.