Sadie Sink imagines

S.S| Toxic

[TW: smut]

You were sitting in a small balcony of a small apartment in the not so very small Paris. As the sun was close to rise you were watching the beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower that was being seen a little further and some small flats as well.

You were thinking 'where did you mess up?'. What did you do wrong? How did you got into this position?

In a six-month toxic relationship, in an unknown for you city, with no job.

As your thoughts were running through your head like a rollercoaster, they led you to one moment. The moment it all began.

The night in the Paris bar. The night you drank too much after a horrible day in your new office. The night you met a really beautiful young lady. The night you danced with her and then you went home with her. Her home...

And that's what leads us to this small but cozy aesthetic apparent. Full of flowers just like yours, having many paintings just like yours, white walls with all those green plants just like yours... But yet you never were able to call it or feel it like home.

The beautiful girl you had to share it with was helping and not helping at the same time. She was really beautiful, gorgeous, smart, funny and gentle, elegant. Hair as red and fierce as a wildlife. Eyes as blue and deep as the ocean. Swear you can drown in those eyes. Hands as elegant and gentle as a snake wrapping around its pray, slowly but elegant. But it was nothing against her character.

The girl looked like a Greek Godess and yet had a really good and gentle side. But what people don't see behind her sweet and innocent smile is all the bad habits, all the issues and all the real things.

Yes, she was such a lovely and nice girl, but she'd been through a lot of bad things and situations that formed her into a trained killer.

You honestly didn't know why this relationship keept going on. But you just couldn't detach yourself from her. You hated smoking. You hated alcohol. You hated lies. You hated cheating. You hated fighting and yet whenever she did it it seemed like no problem to you.

You fell so hard that all the toxic habits and stuff she had and did became completely invisible or normal for you. Guess you didn't put pink glasses, but your eyes turned pink.

You noticed your relationship was more toxic than a barrel with radioactive material. It was all full of little fights that turned into big ones and then ended up in the bedroom after an amazing night.

As your thoughts didn't leave you rest you felt someone standing beside you as they were holding a cigarette.

,,What's wrong, little one?" The person asked as their eyes were watching the glamorous view in front of you as the sun was just rising above the city of love.

,,Sadie, how many times do I have to tell you to stop smoking? I can't stand the smell of this shit." You said as you took the cigarette out of the ginger girl's mouth and threw it off the building.

Sadie grabbed your wrist and laid your back onto the edge of the ledge. As quick and careful as a snake, catching its pray. Her face really close to yours. Her other hand resting onto your back.

,,How many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that?" She asked you as her eyes looked directly into yours. The anger was slightly heard in her voice. And you understood it.

However unhealthy this habit she had was, she paid for this and you threw it off the balcony every day.

And here you are, finding yourself guilty for something she did wrong and you did right. Oh, pink eyes. Oh, pink eyes.