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It took him a while, to realize how he felt,
Even with the way she constantly lingered on his mind, or the dreams he had of her, the way his heart fluttered every time she laughed at his dumb jokes. He just didn't connect the dots.
Then she was talking to him, to Habit, they were always too touchy with each other.
His hand was on her waist, holding her up as she stumbled from a night of drinking with him. Her hand on his shoulder.
Toby saw them, he'd been looking for her only to find her with him. Jealousy wrapped around his heart to the point that all he could think about was how that should've been him.
He had to be the one to take her home, who knew what Habit would do to her in this state.
Toby had pryed Mira away from Habit's grasp, telling him that he didn't trust him enough to let him get take her home. Habit reluctantly let him after Mira said it was okay.
So he did, he gently held Mira up as they walked the path to her house, his hand holding her hip as she staggered.
When they got there, he tucked her into bed, and in her drunken state she kissed him. Slow and soft, gentle like nothing he'd felt before.
It stuck with him, they'd kissed before, hell they'd slept together before. But that kiss awoke something. Made him snap back to his fucked up reality.
He loved her.
That's why he was here, standing at her door with the heart of some man he killed, their initials carved into the organ in some grotesque declaration of his love.
His hands were messy, crimson liquid stained his shaking hands as he stood at her door. The sounds of the forest only made him more nervous, the deep groan of the insects made his anxiety spike.
His knocks were frantic, he felt nauseous, his shoulders jerked every so often as he waited.
When Mira opened the door his heart almost stopped, his nerves settled bit when his eyes locked onto hers. He knew what he was going to do, seeing her confirmed it.
"Toby? What's up... With the heart..." She tilted her head at him, smiling at him slightly, still looking puzzled.
He was going to do it, "Mira I l—" his words were cut off as the nausea took over, and he doubled over as he felt his dinner start to come up.
Toby pushed the heart into her hands, his hand coming to cover his mouth, the blood dyed her hands red. He ran aways from her house, holding himself up on a tree his dinner spewed onto the grass.
As Toby retched Mira studied the heart, the organ was slimy in her hands, it was still warm, the soft mallouble flesh was like puddy in her hands. amongst the veins and blood there was a small carving, 'M + T' their initials.
Mira's breathe stalled, "Toby.... What is this..?" She asked, confused by the gesture, but she was starting to piece it together.
The contents of his stomach now emptied he stood, his eyes locked onto hers as he wiped his mouth, he stumbled towards her. "Mira.." he took the heart from her hands and showed her the carving, "I— Fuck— Love y-you. You're the mo-most beautiful per-person I've ever seen."
He was shaking as he grabbed one of her hands, "p-please lovee me, l-love me like I love yo-you.. I'd die without you.." he begged, looking down at her with his big brown eyes.
"Toby.." she started, she cupped his face in her hands, "you're so stupid." she cooed, smiling at him softly.
"You don't have to beg me baby." She whispered, placing a kiss to his scarred cheek. "I'm not exactly quiet about my feelin's, I thought you knew." Toby shook his head, and she giggled.
"I've loved you since the day I met you." Mira planted another kiss to his face, Toby's face burned at her words, the sound of their confessions hung in the air like a soft melody.
Toby's was breathe was heavy, "..you me-mean it?" He asked, doubt still evident in his mind. She nodded at him, confirming her feelings,
"can you two not do this like five feet from me." Nat said, sitting at the dining table that was sat next to the front door.
Mira and Toby jumped apart like they burned each other, they didn't realize they had an audience. "Sorry... I forgot the door was open." Mira said, her sister just rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her phone.
Mira just closed the door, Natalie could see them still talking and Mira occasionally kissing him through the front window.
Nat groaned in annoyance from her spot at the table, "damnit homo is gonna be here all the time now."