sun failure - {h.s} // (harry styles)

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"Some days I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up, you know?"

"You really shouldn't be telling just anyone this kind of shit." he murmured blowing a puff of smoke from his mouth. The sky above us was turning dark, the clouds forming almost an umbrella over us, sheltering us from the space above. 

"Are you implying that you're just anyone?" I questioned as he handed me the cigarette. I took it from him confidently, taking a huge inhale from the cigarette placed between my cracked lips. The wind started to blow hard, blowing the autumn leaves everywhere.

"Am I really anything more?" he retorted back, grabbing the cigarette from in between my teeth just as I let out a puff of smoke from my mouth.  

"I hate you. You know that?"

"Of course I do, Tuesday." he replied. In anger, I reached for the cigarette and took it back from his hand. With one flick of my wrist, the cigarette went flying behind him and into the dimly lit road. The lamp posts had probably been here for centuries, at least, and the light bulbs probably haven't been changed since. They constantly flickered on and off, so it's not really strange at all.

"It's Maeve and you know that Har- what is it?" I asked watching him. He was watching the road. The cigarette. The road. With no cars.

"Your really obsessed with that cigarette, let it go-"

"Shut up."

"What the hell-"

"I said shut up." he said his eyes glowing green from the little light around us. He never took his eyes off the road, they never wavered. So I stayed quiet. I had to. No one really knows what he can do, not even me. There were no cars going on the road, there never is in this damn "haunted house" like town. 

But then I heard an engine. It got louder and louder, closer and closer, like a giant beast stalking its prey. And the prey being us. Me. My stomach dropped as a small red convertible came slowly creeping down the street. 

"Run." he whispered. And so we ran. Across the grass we were lying on, onto the sidewalk and down the next street. But the car speed up. It was a chase, and it was all for me. What the hell have I done.

Sweat poured down my face and back. I could see he was out of breathe, but we couldn't stop. We had to keep running. Around the next street corner, and the next, and then the next. The car was on our tail, I knew it, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't look behind me. If I did, it would all be over. Everything, would have been for nothing. Everything.

So I kept running. We kept running. Down more streets, but how would this end. We wouldn't be able to out run them for much longer, and there's no where to go. The sky is now completely dark, the stars starting to rise up into the sky while the clouds fade away. But running was no use. It didn't matter how much I ran, how far I went. They were going to catch me.

I'm going to die today. And I'm not letting him go down with me.

So I stopped running. I slowed down step by step, foot by foot, until I was almost just casually walking. Casually walking to my death that is. 

It was pitch black, it seems the stars decided not to make an appearance tonight. Probably a smart choice, I'm assuming they didn't want to see what will become of me after tonight. Death I suppose.

"Tuesday, what are you doing?" I heard him yell from a couple hundred feet in front of me.

"You're not going to die with me!" I screamed as I look at the red convertible straight in front of me. Their lights suddenly switched off, the lights no longer blinding me. I could almost feel the roar of the engine beneath my feet, a very foreign feeling to me, to all of us. 

"Tuesday...." 

"Run! Run and fast!" I screamed to him. I have no idea what he looked like, or what he was feeling, but he ran. He ran faster than I've ever seen him run. I was honestly hurt. I told him to run. I told him to save himself. But I thought he cared, at least a little. But he saved himself, he was always going to save himself. He told me he always put himself first, and for me to do the same. But I can't. Plus, none of this will really matter when I'm dead, anyways.

With a screeching stop, the convertible stopped within inches of me. I half way wanted the car to run me over, to get it over with. But no, it wasn't going to be that easy. Nothing ever is in this world. This alternate reality as I like to call it. The red paint reflecting off of the puddles of rain all over the ground. The rain had been pouring down for days, buckets and buckets of dark blue water streaming down houses and into the streets. The streets without cars, until today obviously.

Suddenly, the door of the convertible opens. It's like life went in slow motion. Every step, every second, that passed felt like a million years. It might of been, who knows? I closed my eyes in anticipation and the next moment cold chilling breathe. On my neck. Someone took my hand but I couldn't feel theirs. Black gloves, I assumed. But then the breathe got closer. I could hear every little sound and movement next to me. They were in my ear, whispering. Speaking. Explaining. Taunting.

"Well, well, well. I've been waiting for this day a while. Welcome home Tuesday, my little girl."     

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