I frowned as I led Dia to my our room. I hated that I had to share with her. But.. Did I really? I made out that I hated her, I glared at her, I snapped at her, yelled at her.. And yet every time I looked at her my heart warmed, and I could feel a little spark ignite in my heart. A spark of something I'd never felt before. Something so strong that I almost didn't want to feel it.
"C'mon Ace, why can't we just be friends? You know you don't really hate me!" Dia smiled, touching my arm. I shook her off and whirled around to face her.
"We can't be friends because you are ruining my life. You are tarnishing my reputation, making me draw with you, and now you've wormed your way into my family. Why can't you just go back to where you belong?" I yelled, letting out all my emotions in one burst. The only emotion that stays hidden is the spark, hidden inside my heart, never to see the light of day.
Dia's eyes got massive, and tears welled in them.
"You.. you don't mean that!" She sobbed, a tear running down her face. "Take it back, and we can still be friends!"
"Don't you get it? We will never be friends. I mean every word I say." I snapped. Her sobs got louder. We had reached our room by then, and I opened the door and stalked in, leaving her standing on the threshold. The maid had set up a new bed already, a simple camp bed standing next to my beautiful, four-poster double bed. I grinned evilly at her, and her sobs got more frequent. As I watched her cry, I had a sudden urge to take her into my arms and comfort her, to tell her everything is going to be ok, and that I didn't really mean a what I said, I was just angry.
But my pride wouldn't let me, so I simply said: "Well, are you going to come in or are you just going to stand there sobbing?" At that, she turned on her heel and ran away, leaving me sitting on the edge of my bed, feeling like a jerk, for some reason...