hiatus.
you still look like a movie,
you still sound like a song,
my god, this reminds me,
of when we were young.
criminal minds fan fiction
childhood best friends to enemies to lovers
emily prentiss x oc
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Emily's POV
22nd February 1987
Puffs of smoke rise into the air, swirling and mingling before dissipating into nothingness. I dangle the cigarette between my fingers, enjoying the gentle lapping of water against the bank. It was as if nothing else existed in that moment except for us, the comfortable silence only broken by the splash of a fish or the rustle of leaves in the distance. I'm wrapped up in my thoughts, only occasionally looking across to the girl beside me as she took swigs from the bottle of wine we had stolen from my mother's kitchen.
She had a youthfulness on her face which had remained the same since we met, and maybe she was out of place next to me. But still, she stayed. There was a certain allure to the defiance we had, ignoring each rule placed on us, by our parents, by the law, maybe it was us taking a small stand against the otherwise monotony of our lives.
Our cigarettes burn to the filter simultaneously, as if our mouths were connected like I wished they were. I crush the end beneath my boots, her doing the same before reaching for the packet once more.
"Share?" She offers, holding the final one between her fingers.
I shrug, "It's better than nothing." Although the idea of our lips pressed against the same small cartilage of paper sends a buzz to my fingers.
Six years had passed since we met, and little had changed. We laughed and joked, sharing each story of our life as if it should be painted on stone. And this patch, on the grassy embankment next to the lake, had been a constant in my life as much as Davina had.
She balances the last cigarette between her lips, and as I take the bottle of wine from her hand, she lights the end. I watch as she breathes in the fumes, her body relaxing as she drags out each second of the rush.
I bring the wine to my mouth and let the smooth liquid pour down my throat, the touch of glass against my lips sending a cool shiver down my spine. The bottle was half empty, and the second to have been drunk tonight. It wasn't good for us, this lifestyle, but it had turned into a ritual that I, for one, couldn't forgo.
"Did you ever think you weren't making it to seventeen, Emily?" She asks me, puffing out another cloud of smoke.
I take the cigarette from her, tapping off the excess ash, "I've never really thought about it."
"I didn't think I would." She replies.
I look across at her, "What do you mean?"
She leans back on her elbows, looking up into the night, "I didn't think I'd make it to seventeen. I guess I just thought that I wasn't lucky enough to survive."
