minty-haired devil - beta lumity

thirteen

Luz's POV;

It had been a few months since the "incident", Luz still gets dirty looks but everyone's basically forgotten about it. Things are looking well, she's been moved up a class, so now she's with the fucking nerds - Amity. Luz was looking forward to relax, but she couldn't. These past few days, Luz has gotten no relaxation.

Shit. Shit. What time is it? - Will I be late? Am I early? Fuck, fuck. Luz was sweating hard and panting like she was out of breath, she had a fever and was feeling like shit, but Willow wouldn't let her sleep in. Luz panicked as she flung herself across the room, looking at herself in the full length mirror. Holy shit, she looks like shit.

Her eyes had massive dark circles under them, like an emo and her hair was a wet mess from all the sweat, loose strands of hair in her mouth. Her knees were weak and she had little to no strength left in her, and to make the situation worse she had rugby training a few days ago, and her legs got fucked.

Luz stumbled across the dorm, clutching onto various things as she staggered to the sitting area, were Willow was sat watching the TV and drinking her milkshake from the Owl Cafe. Desperately, Luz decided to just run to the couch, and in a fucking pathetic attempt she fell face first onto the floor.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" Willow asked, concerned and amused by the situation.

".." Luz mumbled in pain. Willow laughed and helped her up. Her laughter stopped.

"Dude, you look destroyed. Stay in, call sick." Willow said.

"No.." Luz weakly responded, she needed to do well, the exams were only in a few months.

Nice going, Luz. First you destroy your room, then come crashing down like a hurricane, and now she embarrasses herself in-front of Willow, the biggest badass ever. At least Luz has an excuse to make Willow do stuff for her, thats always a plus.

Last period. Maths. Oh my god she fucking hates maths. It is so useless! Like when is she ever going to need to know how to calculate the area of a circle? Like ever? It is so pointless! To make things worse, the teacher is Miss Clawthorne! Fucking Lilith! She always picks on Luz, like cmon!

It's so dumb. And recently, she's been on my case. She loves Amity though. Like seriously, she fucking worships her. Not like I blame her or anything. Amity is so.. pretty.. Luz gulped. Not again, not now. Please please please please. Luz could feel her face slowly turn red, and could feel herself sweat more, and become weaker.

"Miss Noceda." Miss Clawthorne said loudly and clearly. Shit, not now you old hag, wait for five fucking minutes.

"..Yes." Luz responded, trying to keep herself together in a desperate attempt.

"Is everything okay? You seem... off." She asked, confused and also disturbed.

"Yes!" Luz shouted loudly, too loudly. Shit, that was weird. Think dumbass. "I mean yes. I'm just not feeling well." Luz said with a weak smile.

RING RING RING

The bell, everyone's best friend; even if you are at your lowest the bell will save you when it gets tough. Luz and Willow promptly left the class, discussing plans for later tonight, they wanted to binge so many shows it was insane.

"Dude, are you sure you're okay, we can call off the plans, rest." Willow said with concern.

"Chill pussy, i'm not bailing on plans. I'll be fine, gonna take more than a fever to take me down." Luz responded, clearly not okay.

Luz and Willow split up as Willow needed to go to the library, so Luz decided to take the long way back to the dorms. It was warm today. Not cold or hot - just warm. Such a strange feeling. This is so unlike her, must be the sickness or whatever.

It was a nice warm pinkish orange shade, a nice one. Luz's favourite colour was pink, embarrassingly enough, followed by violent red and warm orange. Then the reality of her condition hit and she stopped stalling and decided to get her ass into her room.

As she locked the doors and dropped her bag by the front - and all her energy immediately depleted. The second she put her weight on the bed her body gave in and accepted defeat, and she didn't fight back either, just finally slept.

Little time skip to idk around 2AM

Everything hurts, she was sweating bullets and panting heavily, medicine and water, that's what she needs right now. But she can't get out of bed. It hurts too much. Who the fuck turned on the heating? It's boiling.

Luz let out a dismantled zombie-ass sounding groan; trying to get heard by Willow. Willow didn't come, but someone else did. She had a warm presence, almost relaxing. Is it death? It's death isn't it. She never thought death would come like this, and not in such an angelic way.

She was more of an angel than a devil; funny isn't it? How death is so misleading.

But as soon as death came, death was beginning to leave.

"Where are you going..?" Luz asked in mumbles, sweating profusely, her vision returning to her. It looked like Amity. "Am I hallucinating?"

A soft chuckle came from the other side. "No, I'm real." It was Amity. Why was she here? Why is she going?

"Where are you going?" Luz repeated, scrambling to her feet and squinting her eyes at Amity, trying to see her clearer. "Where are you.. going.."

"Are you trying to tell me to stay?" Amity asked softly, before sitting down beside Luz. She didn't give a response.

"I'm not going anywhere. Until you get sick of seeing my face, hearing my voice, smelling my scent, or telling me fuck off I won't leave."

Luz's always tense and guard structure crumbled at those words. It's only been 7 months, how could she say that? Luz dropped to her side and gave a deep exhale before resting her eyes. Maybe she won't go. This is such a strange feeling.

If this has all been a dream please, whoever is up there, just don't wake me up.

"I love you." Amity said under her breath, admiring Luz as she drifted off.

ahahahah so likeeee did you miss me? i reread this story and realised how BAD it actually is 😭😭😭, the pacing is SO SLOW and there is no cute lovey-dovey build up. kinda wanted some fluff and niceness in this chapter, probably gonna keep it that way for a few more, less smut more fluff.

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