Fly Away

40 - anything for you

Song: Montell Fish - Fall in Love with You (Slowed and reverb)

Rocco

It's easy to get caught up in something so much, to be consumed by something so deeply that you feel like without it, nothing good can come again.

In my case, it's a person. 

Mia. 

I have no idea what it is, but ever since she came into my life, she's always had a spark that ignited something inside of me. Lit up the dark place.

She's been the moon to my black night and every little star that appears in a sea of tears.

Yes, I was a major dickface for not telling her the truth and if I could go back and change anything, it would be that. It would be the fact that if I could stop her from feeling all the pain and hurt she's felt in her life, I would. 

Hell, I would take it for myself.

But life doesn't work that way does it? 

And yes, it might have taken me a number of years since the accident to realise all of this, but right now is all that matters as she clings on to me, her flushed cheek on my chest and her warm body pressed close to mine.

Her dark hair hangs behind her back and her sea blue eyes are heavy on her face as she draws small patterns on my skin, fingertips lightly tracing the tattoo's that mark me.

I knew it when I was seven, and I know it now.

She's beautiful. 

I run my fingers through her wet hair, fresh from the shower, and kiss the corner of her eye, earning me a sweet smile.

She lightly pokes my cheek, and I feel my heart smile at her, my lips lifting at the corners.

"Oh my god." Her eyes widen and a shocked expression falls across her face. I raise my eyebrow up at her, a prompt to get her to talk, but she only stares at my face, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I-you just.. never mind." She laughs quietly, the creases in her eyes prominent as her face lifts.

I watch her, intrigued and stunned. It never fails to make my heart race when she laughs like that, and I know I could watch her laugh all day if I could.

I feel so stupid about the fact that I ever thought Mia was the mole. I just know that her innocence is beyond anything villainous and watching her right now just further stabilises the fact that she could never do something like that.

My father got to my head big time, making me doubt myself and the sweetest person in my life, and I hate him for it. 

"Rocky?" Mia's voice brings me back to the present, and I pull her closer to me as we lie here in bed, the moonlight cascading her hair with a beautiful silver glow. 

I hum in acknowledgement and her eyes meet my gaze, hand still on my chest and legs tangled up with mine. 

Her gaze flickers down again and she traces her palm over the space where my heart is.

"What does this tattoo mean?" Her voice is a whisper, soft and calm like the waters of the ocean before a storm. I know what she's talking about, and I hesitate a moment before telling her, the memories still vivid in my head.

I don't want to block her out. I don't want to keep things from her, because the past only confirms that nothing good comes out of that decision. 

"It's for my mother. Whenever my dad would get pissed and start shouting, she would hold my hand and squeeze three times. She never told me what it meant, but I always knew." I know Mia knows as well. I can see it on her face, in the way she looks up at me so comfortably, an open book. 

She doesn't say anything more, but instead just kisses the tattoo and cuddles up to me closer, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"You're so warm." She mumbles, shoving her face into my neck. Her breaths tickle the skin and in turn I tickle the dip in her lower back underneath the T-shirt of mine that she's wearing.

She squirms against me, her body shaking from laughter. 

"That tickles." Her small giggles make my stomach flip, and I roll on top of her as I continue to tickle her sides, her laughter growing and filling up the room with that same fiery spark. 

I feel my chest constrict, my heart light in my chest, and I would never stop tickling her if it makes her laugh this much.

Her cheeks turn red from exhaustion and she grabs a hold on my waist, attempting to push me away, but I only come closer, my tickles slowing as she sucks in breaths, her eyes glimmering beneath me.

I suddenly get this overwhelming feeling, a soaring inside my body, my blood rushing around and a swarm of butterflies in my belly. 

She does something to me, and to hell with me if I ever ruin something like this again.

I don't realise I'm laughing until her own ceases and she just lays there staring at me, a look of awe on her face.

I stop as soon as I realise, and her face breaks out into a grin, wide and unrelenting, heart hammering and blood rushing.

Her hands come up to my face, her thumb running across my cheekbones softly.

She pulls me down, her lips hovering over mine. A breath away but a lifetime apart.

"Please laugh more. You're so pretty when you do." She says, and her words crack open something inside of me, that same elated feeling blowing up within the confines of my body. I would happily laugh all day if she asked me to, and that word 'please' makes it hard for me to resist her.

"Anything for you, Cherry." 

I lean down further, my lips skimming hers, and she pulls me down the rest of the way, heat clawing up inside of me as she smiles against my mouth, the curve of her cheeks against my palms and the soft, sweet taste of her breath. 

She's so gentle and fragile as she kisses me, the soft caress of her lips against mine causing a racket of fireworks inside my body.

My breaths are ragged, and her soft whimpers and special noises just for me make the pressure in my chest only intensify.

I think I'm falling in love with her.

i'm going to pass out, i honestly can't take it.

i wanna cry because of them.

i love you.