Okay, so, I'm going to change the story to first person narration. Just as a heads up.
- Araña

Elias POV:

I regretted what I did. She didn't like me, and I had no right to kiss her like that! In fact, she probably thought I was a total jerk! Smacking my hand to my head, I relished the pain it brought. It was punishment for enjoying it. Punishment for thinking about wanting more.
I shook my head of the thought and hurried down the street to the park, hoping to find some sense of calm there.

I couldn't stop thinking about her, the way she smiled, the way she laughed, her beautiful eyes that used to always gleam with happiness and love. A love unconditional and bright. A love I was too stupid not to give to her in return.

Looking at the blooming flowers of summer, I thought about Jasmine, shining like the sun, blooming like the most delicate rose. I thought about the way her lips tasted, so soft and delicious, and I couldn't help but crave for more.

Snap out of it! I inwardly scolded myself. She'll never love you back!

I shook my head and sighed in defeat, muttering incoherent regrets and raking a hand through my hair.

I wish I'd never kissed her. She just made me want more.

Jasmine POV:

A week had gone by, with no sign of Elias. He didn't visit, and I was scared something happened to him. The doctor said that I could go home, and after mother signed a few forms, I was free to go.

I longed to see him again, talk to him again, kiss him again. Classes were just ending, the last week underway, and it might be the only time I have left to tell him. Tell him I missed him, tell him my feelings, tell him everything. Not to mention that I needed to know why he kissed me.

He certainly didn't like me, or... Did he? No. No way. It was impossible. My heart cracked as I remembered the words that had started this mess. The words that made me regret I ever existed. He...he loved somebody else... and there was nothing I could do about it.

Tears formed in my eyes as images flashed through my mind, replaying the last few weeks with sorrow and grief.

"...No! ...NO!" I shouted out, getting a few odd looks by patients in the waiting area and a harsh glare by a nurse walking by. I didn't care what others thought about me, I didn't care about anything, my mind was set only on Elias. I refused to give in that easily. He kissed me for a reason, and I needed to find out what it was.

...And he needed to know why I kissed him.