Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part sixty-eight.

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Magnolia

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A certain shade of green. It was all I could fixate on amongst all the grey. Those bright emerald irises, drowning in unrequited emotion, a beautifully sore thumb. If I could, I'd count my days having that stare back at me.

Fuck. What I'd give to read his mind. It felt like he already read mine, so painfully well.

The cloud-cover swallowed the skies whole, leaving a ghostly apparition of the sun. A melancholy yet peaceful excuse for a shining beam of light. It added a comforting glaze over my sight, setting the stage for such a banal day.

The trees swayed in my eardrums, under the beating alarm of my hearts' pitter. Windy gusts of air coursing through the disregarded waves of my multi-colored hair, evidence of my lack of care. An invigorating smell stemmed from the dusting of rainstorms that took place late last night.

I remembered them vividly, honing on the sound of drops hitting the skylight in Harry's room. Thunder booming in anguish up throughout the deep clouds. Tired fluttering lashes trying their utmost to stay awake and soak in the sight of it crashing down on the glass. Above my eyes, crying down onto me as Harry's arms strung around my waist. A head full of curls tickling the flushed warm skin of my cheek. Opposed to normal he held tight, gently forcing me to rest on his chest. I stepped there, a heart full, soft exhaling breaths, quiet pitter-patter. Flowering my soul in comfort.

I deserved that, didn't I? After a week of constant work. Ignoring the breakdown I had last Thursday, drank myself into a bad headset. Like the clingy person I am, I walked to Harry's cabin- or at least that's what he said happened. I didn't remember much from that night. Other than the taste of rum, gummy bears, and blankly staring at the glowing yellow gas station sign. Bits and pieces of that night had been bleeding in all week, a smell of shampoo, an elongated hug with a certain Irish boy.

I just hoped I didn't say anything stupid, make a fool out of myself and scare Harry off. Maybe I did, and he was just staying with me out of pity. Waiting for the perfect moment to leave. That's what Saffron did.

If he was embarrassed by me then why would he be taking me to Harley's today? Only last night drowning in the rain and my abundant messy head did I think about the significance of today. He was introducing me to a family-like setting. Yes, I had already met Harley, but this seemed... big. Even if it was just an early dinner with his friends, something about it made my heart skip beats.

Slowly, my deafening whims melted away. Those eyes were the culprit, a fire roaring out of control. I couldn't put it out if I wanted to, that was the thing- I didn't want to.

Vision retreats from seclusion, and I'm back. Green gracing right through me. "Abeille?" The warmth of his arms grounds me, settling the swarming figurative nest of critters.

I lean firmly against the railing, leaving his gaze to tuck my head upside his chest. In the warmth of his arms worries ceased to exist,

"Whatever you're thinking... Don't." His chest rumbles with the words, aiding in them through soothing caresses.

I huff out, half-way resembling a sort of laugh. He read my mind too damn well, it was frightening how see-through my mannerisms were around him. The thick brick wall covering my emotions was merely glass around him.

I close my eyes, breathing in the clean-smelling, aromatic. It flowed in the air between, mixing with the pine-stenching trees. He kisses me on the shoulder, pulling away to look back fully. 

I ignore his advances to make eye-contact, puffing on the cigarette between my fingers and shuffling far enough to blow the smoke out. I let it pour out of my lips, ensuring I don't get the smoke anywhere near him. I'm sure he didn't want to smell like cigarettes, especially since he had nice clothes on.