When choosing your soulmate, think about the times you hated them, about the times they made you feel fireproof before putting a camera in their room. For if they knew they're being watched, they'd burn themselves right after they burn you.
They didn't watch the sunrise together. Some traditions were meant to be doomed. Instead, they fell asleep, each one of them tried to a knot and solve their dreams. But the rope was bitten hungrily until teeth were pulled out. There's nothing more irresistible than someone's bloody breath, they knew. For when the world unfolds and everyone quickens their pace, there has to be two outsiders standing on the edge, hand in hand, thoughts fingering their brains. One break till climax, they both jump.
Dune's fear of water prohibited her from jumping, she remained on the cliff while Rafe floated on the water. He smiled at her, assuring her that it's okay, not everyone has to know how to swim in a land that lives on water. She didn't had to cross the line, all she had to was hold his hand. Our hands don't fit perfectly together, but we'll make it work.
He woke up first. For someone who fell from grace, idolized for romanticizing sin, he was falling harder than he intended. The saddest part was when she left, Rafe lost his person. He lost the only one who'd brush her skin against his despite how dry and bruised it was from all the abuse. The way she cupped his face and caressed his face, the way she'd run her hands through his hair until he fell asleep. Two years of waking up alone, on someone else's bed, still waiting for that one caress that felt like a drug. Yet, there was always a backup plan.
Rafe's addiction to cocaine was softer on him than his obsession with Dune. Days would pass by and he'd zone out for hours, picturing the day she'd come back inside his head. He'd be at Barry's, she'd knock on the door and asks for him, she'd give him his gun back. Then, he'd stop her, stopping the world along with her, he'd pull her close against him and kisses her. After they'd pull away she'd trace the scars on his neck with her soft fingers, a tear would fall down and he'd kiss it away. Looking at each other, knowing exactly what to say;
"I think we should kill them all."
When he lost hope in his fantasies, he started chasing his demons whom they helped him survive every damned time. With time, he realized, that dancing with the devil didn't hurt at all, and now he's on a mission to have her sway around the island where his hand grip on her hips until his teeth melt into his gums. She slept peacefully, clutching the embroidered leather jacket in her hand. He reached for one of the sleeves, pulling it away from her. Trailing his thumb on the embroidery, he kissed her artwork before letting the jacket cover her shoulders. Affection-less people may not fear showing emotion to others, because their biggest fear is how'd they react when they show themselves what it feels like to love oneself. Affection-less people tend to be afraid when someone tries to touch them, but that wasn't the case with Rafe and Dune. Rafe, would drown himself thousand times just to link his fingers with Dune. While Dune, as much as she wanted to press her forehead against Rafe's, she had to pay for what she did. Those who win have to walk on a bridge to feel again, how could that be done when the bridge collapses every time she steps on it? would she risk It all, to touch the untamed, was it worth the jump?
"Good morning," said Dune, her voice in the morning changes, the soft soothing voice turns into a hoarse yet raspy tone, as if her two personalities deviate from each other after the sunrise and at noon they collide. Her imprint will haunt me till the day I die, and it's all because I wanted more than I already had, but now I am lost yet I have what I always wanted. One's sister shall not die unless her sister took hold of her breath, two hearts cannot fit a body and two minds might cause a paralyzed star to explode. One paralyzed star shall not explode before it falls in love.
"Good morning," responded Rafe, hesitating whether to remove her hair off her face and help her sit straight, but she did it herself and gave him the jacket. She never thought that one day she'd come back to the OBX, sit on the Cameron's boat as if nothing had happened and embroider her secret society's logo on her enemy's jacket. There's a war between the tide and the lifeless bodies on the shore, the winner is known and the aftermath of the destruction will leave island in ruins. Destruction's savoury to those who veil their love with hate.
"Try it on, I want to see how it's going to look on you."
"Are you sure? How about you put it on me?" he said and stood up, giving him his hand so she could stand up as well. She took it this time, taking the jacket from again. Poor jacket, thought Dune, it has both of our atoms on it. He turned, smiling from ear to ear. He slipped his arm into one sleeve, using his other hand to turning her around, looking into her eyes.
"It should've been the two of us all this time,"
"two walls can never make a home, Rafe." she whispered harshly, helping him put his other hand into the empty sleeve, she straightened its collar and fidgeted with the zipper before taking a step back. He looked good, as good as starting a reckless war. He could feel his nerves shake, his phone was ringing. He picked it up, holding into Dune's hand, it's Ward.
"Where are you, son?" asked Ward, the question fell out of his mouth in between his crocodile teeth. Whatever makes Rafe happy must turn into rubble. Whatever makes Rafe feel something, something to remind him that's he's a human being needs to turn into ash. Rafe must not be aware of his surroundings, that's how parents lose. Parents, who live off destroying their kids, do everything they can in their power to manifest a place sugar-coated in flawed realism. While their kids on the stars, parents like Ward wish on their children's devastation.
"At the dock, I'll be home soon."
"wait, Rafe. Do you ever wonder what happens when a storm meets a hurricane?"
Rafe rolled his eyes, breathed deeply and tightened his grip on Dune's hand unconsciously, That's how he's always been, picking one piece of the puzzle at a time, replacing it with questions that barely made any sense, words that downgraded Rafe's existence, and separated territories domineered by Ward Cameron, all stuffed into Rafe's brain.
"What happens, dad?"
"You'll you when you bring her to me, you know I always love a good reunion, specially with my accomplices."
Ward hung up on Rafe and threw the phone across the room, the last he expected was for Dune to come back. After all what she'd done for him, she could ruin everything. Rose barged into Ward's office, her laptop in hand. She opened it and full access to Dune's room was in front of him.
"Rafe won't like this,"
"He doesn't have to know."
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COUNTRY CLUB
Fanfiction"Before you could break my heart, it'll be at your step, in pieces, right before you know it." Dune lives with several identities, one of them gave up the ghost, smeared Dune's hands in blood. Dune, is that her real name? What does she have to hide...
