"Tell me something I don't know." He whispers.
"I'm in love with you."
His lips tipped upwards, his eyes casting down upon mine. "Already know that." He whispers, his hand reaching up towards me as he softly brushed his thumb upon my cheek.
"Oh y...
AN// Work tomorrow so can't post so here's an early short update, next one definitely on Saturday!
W I D OW S E V E N T E E N 68 hours
Dear Diary,
Here's the thing: I have never in my life been consume by my mind to think about a guy nor any one in particular. Like the verge to think about that one certain person that's on your mind 24/7, i don't like nor do i hate it at the same time. I had one first love in my life that i hardly remembered how the two of us met due to the bloody amnesia. It is like the amnesia has ruined me. It ruined the person who i was before that day.
But my mind didn't inflict on my body nor feelings, so i never forgotten the connection that i had with my past love. They stayed with me when i was in the medical ward for weeks until i could walk again from that explosion, i was depressed. I didn't think i could ever walk again but she taught me to never give up.
'If you give up what was the point in even trying?' She had said to me.
It was like when i was in that ward that i had fallen in love with her all over again - I would've done it thousand more times. Anybody would. If she broke your heart, you'd would say thank you because you got the chance to know her and to fallen for her.
I loved her but then she left.
I couldn't wheeled myself to love again, i am absolutely not saying that i love the winter soldier whom who is thee James Buch- something, Steve had told me about a few weeks back. It's that butterfly feeling i had in my heart when i first seen her for the first time again and i got it again when i seen him a few hours ago.
His eyes were so blue i drowned in those few moments of seeing his mask off. Those dark but soft blue eyes could burn a heart to ashes and turn the whole universe upside down and i would be okay with that - the almost dying people would but not me.
Blue had always been my favourite colour but now his eyes are my favourite colour.
I don't understand why though. I think it's the way that his eyes held so much pain and the quick recognition he had gotten for a split second that i saw all those swirling emotions in his eyes.
Eyes that witness horror.
I remember his burning eye contact with me for a few moments before he left. His eye contact was dangerous, so dangerous. But lovely. God, so lovely. I can see why girl's fell - literally. For him back in his ancient days - heck should i even say ancient.
My brown eyes clash with his own blue ones that they could consumed together. Fighting the darkness of my eyes and the lightness in his. My eyes fighting the cornflower blue hue of his while he got lost in mine.
What was he thinking in that moment?
I guess drugs are addicted because his eyes were the hottest fires of burn blue, his eyes were no exception.
What am i even thinking, i'm rambling, god i promised myself i wouldn't ramble in this journal but here i am rambling about some god damn blue eyes!
I've decided blue isn't my favourite colour now - but i swear when the moment my eyes met his i got to know how a soul looks like.
I swear what is it with blue eyes, always the blue eyes that could break me and i would be okay with it. Fuc- duck his eyes were so god damn cool like the artic ice but when i stared at them they almost felt like they scald me like the hot bene-
"Drugs are addicted- what the bloody hell are you writing?" A familiar voice startled me as i jolt up from the lounge couch with a screech.
My eyes wide as i spin around on my heel staring at Tony, my eye sockets on the edge of fall- rolling out. How the hell did i not hear him?
God, see it was those god damn blue eyes. I swear kill me now. *hands gun*
"Young lady you better not be exploring any drugs" Tony exclaimed pointedly at me, raising his brow at me folding his eyes across his chest.
"I ain't doing drugs"
"Then what are you doing then, missy?"
"Writing about a god damn blue drug that can't get out of my fucking head that's what" I spoke loudly throwing my hands up in the air forgetting my pen was in my hand it flung out easily.
"Blue what- You know what i don't even want to know" Tony started before huffing, turning on his heel walking away muttering to him. "Damn kids, i swear"
"Who you calling a kid, Old Man" I yelled at his retreating figure.
"I am, you small dainty midget" Tony hollered straight back.
"Oh yeah grandpa I'll show you how dainty i am when i kick your ass!" I shouted back, before plopping down on the couch again with a sigh not hearing what else he said.
I opened my journal again about to began writing when i don't feel my pen in my hand. I furrow my brows looking down at my hand, "Where the hell is my pen!?" I groaned throwing my head back.
I spot my pen underneath the coffee table as i squealed like a kettle, reaching towards it grabbing it before petting it. "I'm sorry, Mr ink man" I pouted before began writing again.
Okay enough about the blue eyed beauty, what else could i write other than those hypnotising orbs. I did not just say orbs, ew-
"Ugh i give up" I sighed, before signing the bottom of the page and the date before clipping the pen back into the journal binder.
I place the journal down in my lap before resting my head back on the couch. I close my eyes over for only a second before i felt my tired eyes fall into a sea of blackness from not having any actual sleep in days - or even months.
I sleep thinking about the blue drug.
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Short chapter i know but more will come!
What do you think about the blue eyes, very poetic aha with the small banter between T-dog and Seventeen.
Just for reference, everyone once in awhile i will be doing a full chapter on what seventeen writes!
Until next time, good night or day barney's angels (wait why did my brain automatically go to barney instead of Buckaroo? omg lmao)
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