Forever

17

As almost usual, Bree wakes this morning in a bad mood. A little angry, but just mostly numb, she pulls on some pants and moves on from the room to the couch. She lays on her back with a throw pillow beneath her head, to stare up at the ceiling with a million thoughts racing through her overly crowded mind.

She sighs as her head falls to the side, spotting her notebook on the coffee table right in front of her. She stares for a moment before slowly, with heavy and tired arms, reaching for her song book and pen. She bends her knees up and opens to a blank page, where she thinks for a moment before writing down all she feels in the moment, spacing off into lyrics for a new sound.

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Thoughts keep on racing, one by one. I don't know who they're running from...I'm scared of the monsters...under my bed...all in my head...I'm dreaming...look in the mirror, I see someone else...I scare myself...I drag myself through Hell...cause me pain...every day's a dark situation...the real me is pointless...lose my mind...I don't wanna keep it...nobody can hurt like I can...already dead...scare myself

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Bree has begun to form these lines into rhymes when Pietro speeds in and sits on the cushion in front of her.

"Didn't expect you to be awake already." He states.

She stays silent as she tosses the book back on the table and reaches out to place her hand on the furthest side of his neck. He takes her arm to help her as she pulls herself up to move her leg over his lap and incase his neck in her arms. She hides herself in her arms and he pulls her closer by hugging her waist tight with furrowed brows.

"Are you okay?" He pushes his hand under her shirt to gently brush his hand over her back.

"Bad day."

"Already?" He softly worries and she nods a bit. "Oh, Anjel, I'm sorry." He sighs and she holds closer.

(On-yell)

"Anjel?"

"'Angel', Baby." He smiles slightly.

She sighs with a small grin and turns her face into his neck to nuzzle herself in.

"Pobozkaj ma, Anjel." He smirks and she slowly smiles, which he feels. "Chcem, aby ste sa cítili lepšie."

(Kiss me, Angel. I wish to make you feel better.)

"I don't understand." She shakes her head.

"Prial by som si, aby si vedel, ako sa naozaj cítim, môj krásny anjel." He states and she sits up with an adorable smile, to make him smile as well. "To ti ešte nepoviem."

(I wish you knew how I really feel, my beautiful angel. I won't tell you yet.)

"What are you saying?" She places her hand on his cheek.

"Pobozkaj ma."

"You said more than that." She shakes her head.

"Kiss me, Angel." He nods upwards.

She chuckles while bitting her bottom lip and leans in to press their smooth lips together. She slides her hands to his jawline and he pulls her even more into him whilst lifting her a bit to almost place his arms beneath her. He had to tilt his head up a bit to continue to kiss her grinning lips as she practically sits on his arms.

"Is this the equivalent of you touching my ass?" She asks with only a few inches between them.

"If you want it to be." He shrugs with a smirk and she nods, gaining a deep chuckle in return.

She giggles as she quickly leans back into his lips before pulling him down with her as she falls to her back. He smiles and moves to lay on top of her while leaning on his forearms on either side of her.

"Did I make you feel better?" He breathes between kisses.

"Mmm, don't bring it up." She avoids before moving back into his open lips.

"Sorry." He speaks fast and she smiles a bit with a small chuckle.

"All good."