the fourth mistake
The fourth mistake.
That sentence finally got your tears to run off your face. You finally understood why you never felt what you felt with Edward, your heart shrunken at the words. You thought you were his 'lover' now, his "significant other'.
“You would've killed her,” a slap provided by Edward hit his cheek enfuriating him more. “just like you did the other one. You couldn't have helped it and afterwards you would've hated yourself.”
“Well, we'll never know, will we?”
His smirk confused Edward, his sight playing between the Riddler and you. “We'll never know what could've happened with Isabelle but it seems to me that you'll get your answer sooner than you think.”
His head caught up with his words, running to your place where your face was buried with embarrasment between the palms of your hands. His fingers moved your chin up with carefulness and worry, it seemed too real for you.
“I found what I searched for but I'm still confused, Ed.”
His name between your teeth made him want to whimper with guilt. “What's confusing you?”
“You.”
“I know you feel what I feel.” he said, ignoring the sobs from Oswalds at the background.
Your lips got closer to him, feeling the salt of your tears after the tsunami of sadness. ”You just said you loved her.”
And with that, the fourth mistake fell upon you shoulders breaking the curse of the three. You were surprised, to say the least, when you understood the words that flew out of your mouth.
After admitting the love for him to yourself, you figured that nothing else could be worse than that. Oh, how naive you were. The feeling rushing through your veins after admiting that to him was far worse than that.
“I said I thought I loved her,” his nose bumping into yours was what gave him reassurence, “but even if we started off pretending I've never felt something more real in my life.” the fingertips twirling in your neck made you drop a choked laugh. “You are the one I truly love.”
Both foreheads fell into the other's with shortness of breath, letting the feelings of showing yourselves at the most vulnerable embrace the bodies. Palms on the sides of each neck at an attempt to prove the desperation for the other, a move of need.
A susurrated claim got your attention. “I did it for love.”
“Shut up!” Edward made his way to put a hand over his mouth to keep him from talking. “Love is about sacrifice, it's about putting someone else's needs and happiness before your own.”
With that words and a few other more that you were too numbed to pay attention to because of the events of that night, you intertwined your arm with Edward Nygma's being very aware that now the four was your new lucky number.
Your fourth, and worse, mistake was becoming the lover of the soon-to-be serial killer that would terrorize Gotham with his riddles and green question marks. Being the worse because you had put a beginning to the murderous couple that did not fail to make the city burn.