Saving You

ELEVEN

Charles...

I looked out into the dark sea and breathed. Breathe.

That's all it is to life.

My nights have been void of any color for a while. And I'm sure everyone is up tonight. I know a certain someone is.

And a man too.

He sits next to me.

"Do you do this often?" He asks.

"I do this to be alone, Cruz."

He shuffled next to me.

"I think I figured it out." He says, and I look over. "You only call me by my last name when your something other than good. Or when you upset, specifically with me."

I raise my brows.

"Am I right?"

"I didn't even notice in was doing that." I say, and chuckle.

He laughed and leaned back on the grass. He laid down, and breathed. I could hear them, calm and undisturbed.

"I'm going to go back. To normal cases. Case after case and victim after victim."

He hummed in response.

"How do you feel about joining the FBI?" I ask. He shoots up.

He gives me a deadly look.

"I thought you knew how bad it works with me."

"The only reason it's bad with you is becuase you can't get it together." I jab his chest.

"I dont know..."

We both lean back and lay in the grass. I feel another living presence with me, and another one that is slowly fading. I wonder who that might be.

"You'd be good at the job. You need one now. "

"I can easily go back to L.A., and go back to my old one." He sighed.

"Then I'll be on you ass, and I'll arrest you and your family. The only reason, remember, your here is becuase youd be useful. As soon as your not, someone, maybe me will have to catch you guys." I said, "I'm offering a good way out. A safe one."

He smiled and moves over.

"We both know that there is nothing safe in our lives."

...

I still.

"You said 'our'. You also think were alike." I whisper. Closer now, the mood has changed.

"How could I not? I've only ever looked out for myself. Now I find someone so close. How could I not?"

...

Again, it stops. Everything does. I do, and so does he.

I think about moving. Quickly, or to slowly ease into it. Him. His lips, but I think better of it.

He hasn't figured it out yet.

"How are you doing?" I ask.

"I've been trying to figure out where I'm going. My family is starting to hate me. I dont know weather I should go back to L.A., or stay here with you.

"I dont know how I'll walk knowing I left someone who understands me. And I them."

I look into his eyes. The world stops, and I know it's cliche, but it does. The stars stop twinkling so that there is a single spotlight on the both of us.

His eyes, are so like mine but so unique. Darker, and full of movement. Like a deep sea.

I could drown.

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(Sorry again for this short chapter! I know it's also kinda cheesey, just go with it.

ALSO!!! Let me know what genre you guys like best! Mine is fantasy, thriller and horror. But I've been meaning to really try more romance.)