With Me.

                    She woke up to the sun shining in on her pale face through the translucent curtains. Her eyelids fluttered, still trying to adapt to the sudden brightness. Ix. Her name was Ix. Ix had dark black wavy hair that reached her small waist and midnight blue eyes. She was tall and had very fair skin that matched her naturally  red lips. 

                    Ix sat up and noticed a fresh vase of baby's breath sitting on her window sill. It was pure and delicate, unlike her heart. Her whole room practically contradicted who she was. Ix was dull and... withdrawn. She never really opened up and she couldn't place her trust in anyone. People would say that she was cold and emotionless, when all she really did was build walls around herself. On the other hand, her room was pure white. Everything. From the walls to the curtains and her bed by the window. The sheets on them were white too, and even the desk against the wall. She felt like she needed the contradiction in her life. Except her clothes. They were all dull, just like her. 

                    Ix never showed her emotions, nor did she speak to anyone. Not until that day when she looked out of the window and saw him. He had seen her looking through the window at that time, and flashed her a smile. He had dark black hair like hers and forest green eyes. He was about a head taller than her and he had worn a plain black shirt with an old pair of jeans with his black converse. His green eyes were so intriguing that she couldn't have looked away if he hadn't. It had been months since, and they kept meeting each other everywhere. He would always strike a conversation and crack jokes and she would actually laugh at them. There was something in him that had made her feel safe, and that she could trust him. They had become really close friends and he was always there for her. He was her only friend, the only person she could trust and open up to. 

                   It has been six months since she had first met Dylan. She liked him, but she could never tell him. He was her only friend and she just couldn't bring herself to jeopardize that friendship. She took her black diary and a black pen from the white desk and started writing:

                   "You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where i will always be waiting. I could never tell you how much i love you because i don't know if you feel the same way about me. I don't know what will happen if i ever told you i love you. You were always there for me. You were always so nice to me. Remember the time when i fell sick and you rushed over right after school to check on me? Remember the time when we got drenched in the rain and you ran off to get me a jacket and cup of coffee? Remember the time when i felt so alone and you didn't dare to leave me alone so stayed over the whole night, watching me?

                   I felt so safe then, Dylan. I have never felt so loved before in my life, even if it was just as a friend. And your eyes. They always look at me with such... emotions. It gives me hope. Hope that you might actually like me too. I have never felt so broken like i am now because i love you, but you couldn't know. I finally learnt how to feel but right now, my heart just feels like it has been ripped out."

                  Ix had spent days writing about him, about everything they did and everything she felt. She could never really tell him how much she had enjoyed their time together because she wasn't used to talking about her feelings. Especially since she was so closed up. She stopped writing for the day and left the diary opened on her window sill. The gentle breeze from outside flipped the pages to the very first page that she had written about him. She was already lying down under her soft, fluffy blanket to realize and she slowly drifted into sleep.

                Creak. Ix heard the door. She gripped her blanket closer to her and still pretended to sleep. The familiar footsteps gave him away and she instantly knew who he was. Dylan. She wondered what he was doing here in the middle of the night as he walked over to her bed and gently caressed her cheek. Then something caught his eye. Her diary. He picked it up and Ix was unsure which page he was reading. She was afraid he would just drop the book and leave her all alone, never coming back. She peeked through her eyelashes and thought she saw the slightest smile on his lips. Dylan sat on the side of her bed.

               "Your place is with me, it always will be," Dylan whispered and kissed her gently on the lips.